I sat in my tram cabin and the tram glided along the rails forward…
Just as I have done with my life for centuries. People came and went, faces changed.
It was a normal day again.
And I sat there like a soulless automaton, ringing the bell, moving forward, and cursing at people who think that my metal can on the rails is a fucking sports car that will stop perfectly every time they cross my path… Because sirens and traffic lights don’t apply to them.
Idiots…
And to think that people consider themselves the smartest species in the world, huh?
After having nearly erased themselves from history more than once. And I don’t even remember what it was about anymore… But yeah, who am I to judge?
Um… a demigod… um…
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So, with the look of a convict and hatred for most drivers on the road, I pretend everything was fine. Although the truth is that nothing is right, because the more I try not to think about Adara and the messages she sent me this morning, the more I think about her.
Whether she’s doing okay, or if that gangster Varro guy or whatever his name was she told me about on the bridge got hold of her again.
Good heavens, Luk, why are you worrying about her at all? Why so much?
After all, it’s a half-demon you’ve only known for a few hours at this point of day, and you’re already worrying so much about her?
…
Okay, half-demon who is pretty as hell, but that doesn’t change anything.
Especially since I’ve said it before: I don’t do long-term relationships, because I know damn well how they end…
Namely, that I end wanting something more.
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“Mother of Light, why can’t someone put something out of their head when they want to?”
I slowly pulled the joystick towards me, stopped at the stop, opened the door… and then, frustrated, slammed my face with full force on the control panel.
“Ouch! I’m a moron too!” I hissed, rubbing my forehead.
It wasn’t cut or anything, so I guess it’s a tie for the tram and me this time.
I quickly closed the door and rang the bell to let the passengers know I was leaving the stop.
“You’ve been running this scrapyard for about forty years and you still haven’t learned that it hurts when you bump your head against the control panel…” I mumbled.
… Forty years, hmm… now that thought dawned on me. I wonder what my older colleagues, who were there from the beginning, think of me. I’ve been working here for forty years, I look like I’m thirty, and I have knowledge that far exceeds my ‘real’ age… unless you’re talking about the language of today’s youth… that is even harder to understand than Latin and ancient hieroglyphs I spend years to learn.
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About four hours after my brilliant idea to ram my face against the control panel, I was standing at the tram depot…
Well, the tram was standing, and I was sitting against the wall, playing with the aluminum foil from my sandwich in one hand and a burning cigarette in the other.
As usual, I was just trying to exist and quietly hate my fate.
My colleague, who was also sitting at the depot, however, had other plans.
“Hey Lukianos!”
“What?” I mumbled, hoping that my tone and face full of contempt for humanity would deter him from striking up a conversation with me. Young people and newcomers to a certain industry, however, seem to really want to be liked… and that is why they irritate everything and everyone around them. Especially those who have absolutely no interest in them and their desperate, often laughable attempts to prove that they are suited for this sector. Only to subsequently find them crying in a toilet stall, sometimes even standing ankle-deep in toilet paper, wiping away the tears from their faces and the bad decisions that had brought them to this point in their lives.
And believe me, I’ve seen that sort of thing often enough.
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“Tell me, do you have plans for tonight? Because if not, we can go to a bar or something. You know, talk, get to know each other better.”
I looked at him in disbelief, as if he had said the stupidest thing in the world…
Although, looking at him like this, it probably isn’t hard for him to say something completely embarrassing and pathetic. Which, unfortunately, isn’t exactly good in this situation and in his position, because looking at the confident smile on his face after he happened to ask me if I wanted to go out with him… I felt the urge to shut this guy’s mouth for good and offer everyone peace…
No, Luk, take a deep breath, remember, breaking necks is wrong and not allowed. Even if they really disturb your peace. Besides, you need that job to be able to take care of your beloved fat cat.
So instead of solving my problem by force, I slowly inhaled a drag from my cigarette and blew out the smoke, which covered my face like a curtain.
Because honestly, I have absolutely no desire for social outings, especially not with that annoying kid who thinks it’s a way to make new friends at work.
And even if that were the case, he picked the wrong person for his first meeting.
He doesn’t even look like he’s old enough to drive a damn tram.
Let alone that anyone in a bar would give him anything stronger than soda.
And unfortunately, at that moment I also realized that keeping my mouth shut isn’t my strong suit either.
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“I actually have plans; I’m going to a nightclub tonight.”
And at that moment, I regretted opening my mouth in the first place.
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“You know what? I didn’t expect this from you, that you would actually go to a nightclub.”
“Well… neither did I.” I answered honestly, because if it hadn’t been for my naive concern about Adara and the fact that I can get drunk in a club too, I never would have gone.
Although now I don’t know what convinces me more… my concern… or the alcohol. Although, as I said before, stimulants don’t have the same effect on me as they do on ordinary mortals…
Still a pity…
“But seriously, you’re not joking?”
I looked that annoying little guy straight in the eyes, took one last puff, and put out my cigarette.
Then I stepped onto the running board of my tram and simultaneously opened the door of my cabin. “Well, newcomer, it was a nice chat, but I have to get back on the tracks.”
And before that guy could say anything else, I slammed the cabin door shut behind me and rang the bell to signal my departure.
And for me, it was a sign that I no longer had to listen to his chatter.
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and then Add to home screen.