THE WORLD AND IT'S DIFFERENT KIND OF LOVE | THE REBELS - CHAPTER II

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And now, they are two loves chasing each other's pain. Like the sky and the sea.

They pick up flowers on the hills. Running across streets. Jumping on the mud puddles, or even counting the stars together.

Every time the sun takes the light with him as he dies, and leaves the world on its own shadow, the Lonely and the Strange love, are sneaking out of their circles together, without the world noticing it.

Yet, all the other love, still, since true, followed the World's order though each of them knew, they’ll also be lonely for infinities.

The rebels.

Both Loves are changing. They have found each other to get lost with every night.

For the Lonely, She's more than the the smokes he can't live without. A fresh air, he can breathe with forever. He doesn't want to be alone again.

But, for the Strange, he is just an escape. She doesn't want to be alone again.

The Nights were spent with these Loves looking for place to live free; without circles, without rules, without eyes that will look sharp at them and a place without nothing to fear.

Along the way they found another Love.

“We have to run!” Strange Love said.

“I hink we don’t have to.” Lonely gasps.

They have found a tired love. He was in the road, lying… trying to crawl, and even move. But he can’t because he is so tired.

He is so tired to be alone.

Lonely gets water and food, even a stick of cigarette and offer to the exhausted Love. “Try to eat my friend and take these. We will take you back to your circle!”

“No Please. Just let me die! Push me out, take me the cliff’s edge and let me stumble there.” He can’t even say another word.

“Just eat it first. We can’t carry you, you are too heavy.” Strange answered.

The tired love, take a gulp, and a bite. He quickly regained a little of his strength. He consumed the sandwich as fast as he can.

He looked so far, chewing the last chunks of the stuffs in his mouth. No one is talking. Night is so silent, they can even hear the twinkling of the stars.

The Lonely Love, scratch the lighter. It broke the silence. One stick for him, one stick for the strange Love and another to the tired love.

They are seating in the road. Not thinking anything just watching their smokes merge in the sky.