Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 9:16:17 GMT
Brent felt a lot similar to an alien here. Everybody seemed so different from him. They were out all night drinking, fucking, fighting and basically having a good time and then there was him; alone and mostly wanting to stay that way, despite the dull ache in his chest telling him that being such an anti-social prick wasn't doing him any good. He didn't want to make friends though because wouldn't that mean he had a sort of commitment to them. He couldn't handle that. He was too used to pushing people away, like he had been doing for too many years. It wasn't a case of just being able to change the way he'd become because things could never be that simple.
Battery Park was a nice enough place, especially in the late hours of the evening. Brent felt more at ease in the darkness because he knew less people were around to approach him. He was sat on one of the benches, looking out towards the harbour and feeling partly relaxed by the view. NYC clearly differed greatly from the small town in which the man had grew up in. Moving here had been a big step, but one he didn't regret. It meant that he'd escaped his parents and his reputation of being the neighbourhood bully during his teenage years. Now, that he did regret. However, Brent did still miss Upton and felt slightly homesick but he'd settle in here eventually. He had to, he wasn't letting himself go back after coming this far.
Everything was noticeably blurred and Brent couldn't tell if that was from the alcohol he'd previously consumed before going out or the tears in his eyes. At a guess, he was going to assume it was both. He was starting to feel kind of nauseous now too. This was why he shouldn't over-think everything, he only ended up feeling worse. Maybe he should start acting like an adult instead of a lonely child. Maybe it was time for another change. Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to handle that.
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