he sat down staring at the brandy glass, a bit lost in his own thoughts. He really couldn't tell how much time he had spent doing that but suddenly realized that he was being watched by the stranger that had the nerve to sit at "his" table. Raising his eyes, his gaze met the strangers that was looking back deeply into him as if knowing all his life to that point, understanding each difficulty and feeling every scar life had left upon him. Strange. The photographer raised a brow in a challenging way, but all he got back from the man opposite of him was a small smile. He took a long sip out of his glass and placed the glass back down on the wooden surface in a mocking way.
"You are aware that what you are really mocking is yourself?" the stranger said.
A glimmer of surprise shot through the young photographer. Who was this guy? And what exactly did he want? What was he after? he thought. But all he got back in reply was another small smile. He -really- did not need this today when he was at the bottom of his will to fight, when he was tired and probably sick of what he had not accomplished.
"Ok. Right. Who the hell are you and what do you want?"
"The better question is what do you want?"
He lost his temper right there and then. How -dare- this stranger barge in his life like this like he knew what he was talking about, that claimed to be friendly when he very well knew how people really were
from his entire life's experience?
"Fuck you, man! I wont ask you again to leave, alright? Just
fuck off and leave me be!"
the stranger made a tense expression and the light in his eyes slowly turned to something one would call a blending between sadness and offence. He sighed deeply and placed both his palms on the table in a peaceful manner, his grey eyes never leaving his "new friends" brown eyes. He leaned slightly forward and reduced his words to mere whispers in the chaotic mass of sounds that were surrounding them, yet making himself clear
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. My name is Ferr
well, Ferrdan, but everyone calls me Ferr." he said smiling briefly again.
weird name you have." and took another long sip of his brandy, his rage slowly melting away with every firey taste.
"Yes, well. I supposed you would have to take that up with my mother
" his smile slipping into an amused grin.
"I was right though
about what I said earlier. Don't mean to barge in on you, mate, but your entire being reeks of loneliness and darkness. You know that, don't you? I mean
It wasn't hard for me to guess your mood."
"Hm. It really isn't any of your business, man." and shrugged dismissively at Ferr. "Anyway, I just sat down here because all the other tables were full."
No, he did not really have the energy to invest in a fight, really. And ok, maybe this stranger was well intended or
heh, maybe he would turn out to be as much of a disappointment as all the other people he had met in the last few years. Everything bad they had thrown at him, he had survived it but not without a scar from every single thing. So yes, there he was with his brandy in a gloomy bar with a stranger, feeling like a damned war veteran that had lost limbs and comrades he had never had. Rock bottom, it's what he thought. He had hit rock bottom.
"I'm sorry, and your name is?" Ferr demanded in a gentle manner.
"Ah." suddenly waking up from this stream of thoughts "Yeah, it's Kris."
"The name of a weapon
I like it!" he said smiling apparently sincere. "You know, Kris, life tends to leave its marks on the inside and on the out
but there comes a time when you have to chose between clinging to your happy memories or all the reasons of your
The young photographer looked quite shocked at the similarities between his own thoughts
and what his new aquaintence had just said.
"Was thinking just that
" he said standing a bit rigid in his chair with an expression of disbelief.
"Like I said
current state reeks out through your very skin." and winked briefly, taking a sip from his own glass.