"Seems that falling in love too fast is too unkind" is the final line I placed in my poem.
Unfortunately I have yet to experience love and the likes, but I imagine that such a wonderful emotion would have to be dignified, respected and felt. I, Markov "Marko" Brown, hereby declare that it is time to sleep.
Tomorrow is a big day after all, or not. It's the first day of school again after a 3-year hiatus due to a certain virus that forced the world to a halt.
[September 11]
Morning.
Immediately after waking up, I rush to the bathroom, and do my usual business: Brush my teeth, take a cold shower, and do a little bit of skin care. Seeing to it that I uphold a more or less clean image, It is detrimental to always be fresh, look, and smell good.
I don't particularly have a handsome face, though I don't want to undermine myself too much. Let's say I'm above average, like a younger Robert Downey Jr. mixed with a little bit of Johnny Depp, except for their facial hair. Man, the things I would do to get a decent beard. Alas we don't always win the genetic lottery.
Anyways, all dried up and ready to get dressed, I picked a not too glamorous fit but something that doesn't scream unkempt as well. A design-less white t-shirt, a pair of fitted slacks, a belt and you have a simple yet elegant fit. Loafers for shoes because I'm feeling quite fancy.
As I walk along the sidewalk a familiar face rises from the horizon. Why if it isn't Kenny "Kaneki" Smith. I call him by his online persona just to mess with him. We've been friends for a few years now, but we're not really as close as the others are.
"Kaneki?"
Kenny turns his head.
"How's it going Kaneki? You waiting for your bread?"
"Hey Marko! You had a good summer? And yeah, they're still baking the bread I want."
We slapped hands up-high and down-low with terrifying accuracy.
"Yeah I guess I did. It was physically peaceful." No it wasn't. But we don't have to reveal anything. Oh, I did it again. I used a plural pronoun when referring to myself as if I have an audience watching through my eyes. Silly me.
"Weird way to describe your summer."
I softly chuckled as response to his comment. Like stand-up comedy, the comedian will have a hard time knowing if the joke lands when nobody reacts. Or I guess that in and of itself is the cue. Hence why such a little detail to a person's reply or reaction is integral in determining the mood.
"Well, I'll leave you be. I don't want to be late for the first day of class because of bread."
Kenny looks at his watch and one could see his mood drop from sky high to ocean bottom. Also, the breads from the bakery smell fantastic. I love that smell.
A few minutes before class begins, I manage to get inside my classroom and pick a seat.
There, by the window and a row in front of the last chair in the column, I take it. It's the perfect seat for those mysterious anime protagonists, or so I've read. I take a quick glance around and feel no familiarity. I know nobody in this class, which means a fresh start.