Antagonist/Hatred

I sat on the pier, smoking a cigarette. Behind me was a café-restaurant where pathetic little people bustled about, gathered late in the evening. It was about 11:30 PM, but I didn't want to sleep or join their pointless chatter. My mood was shit, like my whole life. I hated everything around me. My long black hair blew in the wind, the cigarette smoke absorbed into my leather coat.

I sat on the pier, smoking a cigarette. Behind me was a café-restaurant where pathetic little people bustled about, gathered late in the evening. It was about 11:30 PM, but I didn't want to sleep or join their pointless chatter. My mood was shit, like my whole life. I hated everything around me. My long black hair blew in the wind, the cigarette smoke absorbed into my leather coat.

I noticed someone approach and simply... sit down beside me. Without asking. Without saying a word. For a while, we both remained silent. The wind rustled, the waves lapped against the pier, and even the city's bustle seemed distant.

He/She spoke first. Not out of politeness—rather, out of genuine interest. From that moment, our conversation began.