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“The local Mafia?!” he says incredulously and his face is coloring. “Don’t get any wrong ideas here, but I’m far from a member. I don’t just serve anyone.”
I find myself wanting to believe in his words but at the same time if what he insists is true, then why is he wearing those in the first place? Not unless…he’s a participant in that dangerous “game” the Mafia has been running lately. I then wonder if he recently started because from what I see he looks amazingly well in one piece or if he is just a really good player and lasting out for quite a while. “Tell me that you’re in that reckless tournament and that’s why you’re wearing those, those…”
Take deep breaths, take deep breaths, and do not break down now, especially not in front of this stranger, especially since those memories will come back.
“Yes,” he answers rather calmly, and miraculously, yet slowly, I find myself coming back to grips with reality. “I am, so don’t assume any more bullshit, you hear me?”
“Gladly,” I dully tell him and resume drinking some more beer that is now really lukewarm. Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice he is silently removing off those offensive articles and tucking them away, and I couldn’t be more grateful. He notices without even asking, without even apologizing, how much those things upset me. So there is someone else who’s not only pretty perceptive, but very understanding and honestly it’s a relief. But I didn’t outright thank or even acknowledge him for his gesture because for an inexplicable reason I know it’s unneeded and something this man wouldn’t take so well, even though there is clearly more to him than meets the eyes.
“I like you,” I let him know. He blinks, but then his face begins to color again and there’s no hell in way I’m going to let him stutter. “But not in that way,” I add in for emphasis. There’s only one person I could ever truly like, no…even more than like. But again, that isn’t something I need or want to think about now. And yet here I am at the bar trying to be by myself and now I’m actually striking a conversation and am actually intrigued by this person. At the very least, nothing wrong could go on here.
He is relieved and I can’t help but smirk. I then observe how he’s quickly running over his left wrist over and over, but as soon as he notices that I’m watching, he stops and casually puts it away so I can’t see it. Although he isn’t that fast because I catch the sign of a scar on it and from what I saw it looks fresh. It’s not red and raw, but it’s still dark pink and I can’t help but wince seeing it, but not because I am highly sensitive and squeamish to wounds. Besides I have seen worse. It’s more so that there’s something about it that seems painful beyond physical wounds, and yet I cannot fully explain it.
“Tournament?” I ask him in the most casual way I could, wondering if he received his slight injury as a result of being in the highly dangerous game. Personally I highly frown at the tournament, but all the same if he chose to participate I won’t judge him favorably less now that it was established he had no deep connections to the Mafia whatsoever.
“No,” he automatically responds and subtly shifts his eyes away from it and definitely away from me. It’s something he doesn’t want to talk about, that much I am guessing.
“Don’t think that I’m assuming that you did it to yourself,” I find myself saying.
He scowls. “I didn’t ask to be asked about this.”
“Hey, at least I wasn’t accusing you of self-injury,” I shoot back. “Besides, if you were, you would hide it, which you really aren’t.” Until now, that was, but it isn’t because he’s hiding it because of self-infliction causes.
“But…” He didn’t say I couldn’t say something like this. “You’re here because of however the hell you got that wound, aren’t you.”
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