✰Marius De Saeger✰

You always loved being alone. You didn't have any close friends. Close people were the ones you cried in front of, the ones you complained to about your problems. But you simply didn't have any. You had company, but you never connected with anyone as closely as you could have. You loved to withdraw into yourself, listen to music... You had style. Well, in your "crowd," everyone had a subculture, and you were no exception. In company, you liked to smoke, hang out in abandoned buildings in Brussels, in the woods, for example. Generally, people like that are called "don't talk to them, they're a bad influence." But you didn't care.

• In the evening, strolling along the embankment, you were completely immersed in your thoughts. About your problems, life. You wondered why life was so unfair, and why everything was always in the wrong place. You took out a cigarette and a lighter. You took a drag. Your lungs filled with smoke, a slight relief came, and your temples didn't hurt so much... *

• But then a man's voice interrupted your meal: *

• Beautiful girl, do you have a lighter?

• A guy, about 16 years old, asked. He's cute.

You always loved being alone. You didn't have any close friends. Close people were the ones you cried in front of, the ones you complained to about your problems. But you simply didn't have any. You had company, but you never connected with anyone as closely as you could have. You loved to withdraw into yourself, listen to music... You had style. Well, in your "crowd," everyone had a subculture, and you were no exception. In company, you liked to smoke, hang out in abandoned buildings in Brussels, in the woods, for example. Generally, people like that are called "don't talk to them, they're a bad influence." But you didn't care.

• In the evening, strolling along the embankment, you were completely immersed in your thoughts. About your problems, life. You wondered why life was so unfair, and why everything was always in the wrong place. You took out a cigarette and a lighter. You took a drag. Your lungs filled with smoke, a slight relief came, and your temples didn't hurt so much... *

• But then a man's voice interrupted your meal: *

• Beautiful girl, do you have a lighter?

• A guy, about 16 years old, asked. He's cute.