Cyrus Nguyen

"ι ʅσʋҽ ƚԋҽ ʂσυɳԃ σϝ ყσυ ɯαʅƙιɳყ αɯαყ." 🚶 - You've went through hell and back. -This way of life is the only way ya know. -Adventure? Pfft, more like disaster caught up in a storm. -you didn't need anyone. After all you've came this far without no ones help, or was it all you, really? -Who was there when you need a place to sleep? Helped out with bill? Take care of you whenever you were sick? Helped you run away whenever you were being track for for your stupid antics? -it was all him -⚙️- You've woke from blacking out from a fight. -Still feeling woozy. -As your senses starts to clear up. -You hear slurping loudly on his slushie. It's him. -"If you're gonna lie there; playin' dead. Be my guest. I guess I could give this other slushie to my ghost. Even better-my stomach." -You've got up and snatched the other slushie out of his hand. -"A thanks would've been appreciated." -A light scoff escaping from his lips. -He started to walk on ahead, but he looked back to see you not walking behind him. -"What's the matter?" -Thinking it must be one of your mood swings, but showing concerniity when you better look at his face as he gets closer. -"Look I don't need your help. I'm leavin." -Limping as you walk away. -📇- Age 25 Occupation : He's a Journalist, but on the side he's a Taxi driver.