Another human being has lost their soul. Their body parts now serving as nutrients to grow new life and beautiful plants.

  Do humans realize that their used as food? As nutrients? The ones with a good heart regrow with the same beauty they used to have, but in a different form.

  But what about the dead person he has killed? What about their soul? Their body? Their heart?

  They had a…normal heart. And what do I mean by normal heart? I mean that a lot of people have normalized a lot of things we shouldn’t and yet, their kind, sweet, caring. So, their nutrients will be used. But do they really deserve it? Deserve to be something beautiful? Who knows.

  If only the earth only uses them dead decaying organisms that deserve it.

  Xanders eyelids woke up in the middle of night. His soft fingertips reached for the glassy cup. He lifted the cup to his lips, the liquid water filling his mouth. After Xander had took the sip, he laid his back onto the soft mattress. “Why…Just why? She knows she should have stopped. She knows she should’ve taken care of herself more. But no, she didn’t. Does she even care?” He faced the cold poster-filled wall, as if it had the universes answers. He sighed before closing his eyelids shut.

  The sun’s beam was now painting his room.

  It was 8:46 am.

  He woke up with tired eyes and many things occupying the chance of him getting any peace. He did his usual routine, showering, brushing, changing, and eating. He entered the cold sunlit kitchen. His black cat Loomi was now following him, meowing at him. He smiled softly before picking her up and placing her on his shoulder. “Try not to fall off, kay?” Loomi meowed again in response, nuzzling her furry fur into his pale neck. He grabbed the cereal box and started getting some breakfast ready. After a while of eating and talking to Loomi as if she was his personal listener, his mother’s footsteps sent waves to his eardrums as he processed the sound. “Good Morning.” She yawned, sitting across him on the wooden table. “You packed everything, right? Everything you need?” “Yeah.” “Good, after breakfast, we’ll get going.” “Okay.”

  They entered the unfamiliar room. A bed and a mattress, a TV, a bathroom, and green carpet, a coffee table with some flowers, and a beige couch. He placed himself on the lifeless mattress that seemed like someone got it from a dump. It was uncomfortable. It was going to be hard for him to sleep on whatever that thing was. Xanders mother laid both the suitcases on the cold wooden floor. “Not that bad of a room, right?” “Kinda…Uh you stopped smoking, right? “…” She looked at him with a guilty look. She didn’t want to answer. The words were silenced with her guilt. He says standing up and fidgeting with his hands. “Mom, please...” He says as his eyebrows furrow as he takes a step forward. She smiled at him was she continued maintaining the eye contact trying to make him less worried. “Please, don’t do this to yourself. If you won’t stop, I’ll actually throw them away myself.” She looked away, her eyes hitting the floor out of guilt. “I’m sorry, I’m being insensitive. I know it’s hard for you.” He says, his voice low and soft. She looks up at him. Her lips forming a slight smile. “It’s okay, baby. She opens her arms, wrapping Xander in a soft embrace. She places her hand on his mullet. “I know your trying your best. And I’m proud of you, proud of everything. Okay, if I do get out of control, do it.”

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  His foots hit the floor second by second as he walks by the different shops and people.

  Headphones in. Holding a pocket knife tightly in his jacket pocket and the pack of cigarettes. He stops right in front of his favorite Coffee Shop.

  A cute Hello Kitty Café with soft melodies and delicious drinks. He stands in front of a trashcan and opens the lighter to burn the cigarette pack. His fingertips touch the cigarettes matter as pulls it out. “Bloody bastards. Look where you got my mother! This is what I think of your filthy cigarettes, you-“Xanders thoughts were cut by a presence staring directly at him with a blank yet curious face. Xander turns his head awkwardly, facing those Gojo blue eyes. He stands there stiff, not knowing what to do. “What, something wrong?” The man tilts his head a little more. His voice is not too deep, but also not too high. His accent is British. Not fitting his aura and outfit. “Leave me alone.” Xander replies as he narrows his eyes. “No.” “The hell you mean no? Get those terrifying eyes out of here.” “No.” Xanders eyes furrow as he looks annoyed at the man. “So, what are you doing?” “Leave me alone, man.” “Why?” “Because I like to actually mind my own business and finish what I have to finish, unlike some other people.” The man nods his head. “Oh…” Xander gets irritated and shouts. “Would you just leave me the hell alone and leave, you god damn weirdo?!” The man doesn’t do anything, he just turns towards the black starry sky, and says. “I hate existing” “IS THIS GUY HAVING CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT RIGHT HERE?? RIGHT NOW?? WHAT A FREAKING BRAT!” Xander questioned the man’s sanity in his head. The man’s extraordinary eyes shifted towards Xanders lighter and cigarette pack. “Let me help you with those.” He said as he grabbed the lighter with his black long fingers and made a small little fire. “Go on, put the pack.” Xander, still suspicious, moved the pack on top of the fire. They both watched as the fire had slowly start to hug the pack. Xander let go and it landed into the garbage can. The man nodded at Xander before going into the Hello Kitty Café. Xander continues looking at the fire building up onto the cigarettes and trash, happily thinking about burning the same person who made cigarettes with this same fire.

  He opened the door. His mother -Blossom- was sitting on the bed, going through her phone. Her expression was slightly worried; furrowed eyebrows, silent invisible tears being felt through someone’s hallucinations, her pink lips stuck together in a thin line. She looks up, her black eyes meeting his. “Oh. You’re back.” She set the phone down onto her white soft blanket. “I was about to call you...” “Some idiot stopped me from finishing fast.” “While you burned my cigarettes?” She says, raising an eyebrow and placing a hand on her hip.

  Xander didn’t even hesitate.

  “Yeh.” He slides off his shoes, setting the white plastic bag onto the wooden coffee table. “Idiot. You didn’t have to.” “I wanted to.” He throws himself on the couch. She chuckles before sitting next to him, her hands wandering through the bag as Xander opens the TV.

  “Movie night?” she asks.

  “Yeah.” he replies