2 Bitterness

The quiet ticking sound of a broken clock could be related to a broken person very easily. The pointless pity that people held for them was always the same.

Why did importance suddenly disappear when someone falls out of love with something or when we are older? And why are we forced to give them a pat on the back when they're simply doing what they were made to do. But alas…these are just my thoughts.

"I don't believe in holding pity for the old or the young but I do hold pity for those who believe they deserve praise. Good job I guess, you've done your job. But, at the end of the day when it's time for you to leave why must you cry? Why do you idiots force us into a position of weakness and cause us to lo-" By the grace of the elders this Motor mouthed man was finally silenced. Though it was long over due atleast it was now done.

"Truthfully…must you behave so bitter?" The brown man smiled a petty smile his eyes twinkling in amusement. "You hold no pity for the young or the old? If these words are true why do you insist on blabbering about them to the point of exhaustion on your own weak body?" Malou's voice was laced with eagerness, the type to annoy the hell out of you but also cause you to want to answer him.

This man was nothing but a hypocritical old geezer who thought everything was about him and that everyone needed to respect him. "Riddle me this, are you jealous of us young people?" He asked. That's how it looked…he only ever spoke of young people when they were enjoying themselves or just having fun. Nothing was ever good enough for him.

"Don't be an ass." The old man warned. But if anything he was the one behaving like the back hole.

The wicked smile on Malou's face soon dropped and he leaned back sighing. He rose his hands up in defeat showing that he was "surrendering" but in reality he would never back down. "Hey I was joking!" He whined out. For a second he just stared at the old man who sat on the dirt like floor before he stood to his feet sighing once more.

He almost forgot that he was here to take the life of this ill mannered creature. "I kinda liked you for a second…but like you said don't cry when it's your time to leave." The old man looked up at Malou confused for a second before his eyes widened at the view of the knife in his hand. "WAIT-" he yelled and tried to stand but in a swift moment he was already dead or dying. Either way he looked the same as ever dead person. Just pitiful.

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