[ "Nobody ever looks for gold in a trashcan, even an empty can on a golden table is far better off." My Mama would always tell me.

She wasn't happy with the type of company I keep, so she would often use this as a way to tell me, no one looks for talent amongst the trash, if you are there, little to no opportunity can ever reach you.

But I was always quick to answer "It depends on your perspective ma, Cause what is a trashcan... To a toddler? It's just a shell of his ugly toys. To a Pupil? It's where she keeps her bad test papers. To a teenager? It's a basket case for the letters of an ex-lover. To a writer? It's a file of rejected drafts. But to a street children? With a trashcan, so goes life!" It's a quote from my favourite book that I always use in this situation.

And it's usually around this point, she would get too annoyed by my "delusion", and give it up. But there was that one time, she got furious, and yelled back: "THEN ARE YOU THE STREET CHILDREN!? SEARCHING FOR LIFE AMONGST THE TRASH!?"

Although her expression only served to showcase how much she was angered, I felt warmed by this heartfelt moment. Heartfelt, cause this overprotective side of hers, only shows how pure of a heart she has, and permeates the beauty of her unmatched motherly love.

So I quickly reassured her: "No, Mama. I'm the golden table, that makes the empty can feels valuable."

But now I've realised how fucking wrong I was. I am but the empty can. They use me, and then throw me away in the trash. ]

"...rchit..... Arch.... Archit... ARCHIT...." A manly voice that seemed to be coming from afar was yelling.

Archit snapped out of his head, and looked around. It was Ol' Jihye. It was an old man that seemed to be in his late 50s, he was wearing a blue uniform.

"You was lost in your thoughts, thinking about revenge weren't you!?" the old man asked.

"I was not lost. Nah, rather, I am determined." Archit was suddenly giving a bloodthirsty vibe.

"Calm down there Arch, how many times have I told you, revenge is not gonna change anything about what happened."

Archit's expression was grave, he was angry, no, enraged even. his silence alone, was yelling REVENGE!

In a matter to prevent him from imploding, the old man pat his back, and continued on... "After all, he was your best friend, right."

"I know that, and that's exactly why... That's exactly why I can't let him be... he's living his best life out there, while he's the reason I'm rotting here among the trash, he's the reason why I'm in prison!"