Asvang 18+ (Blackbutlergurl)

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It was a beautiful winter's evening when Vivian finished his day's work as a florist's assistant. It was 6:15pm and the sun had already set. The street lights lit his way and revealed little drifts of snowflakes here and there. He couldn't see them with such poor eyesight but he felt them gracing his skin. The evening was so peaceful, Vivian didn't want his walk home to end. He decided to go the long way past the hospital and across the river. The bridge at night was such a lovely place to stand and enjoy the cold night air.

 

Vivian stopped on the bridge and leaned over the rail to stare off into the distance. He couldn't see what was ahead of him but he could hear everything around him - the hum of the streetlights, the crunch of snow underfoot, people's heartbeats, people breathing and even people talking in their homes. He could hear as well and as far as most people could see. It was how he experienced the world, through sound, smell and taste. Right now everything smelled fresh and crisp. It was delicious on his tongue and nose, a real treat for the senses. It took all of Vivian's will not to spend the entire night out in the snow. He wanted to kick his feet through it and make snow angels. Alas, he had to work tomorrow.

 

A car passed and Vivian raised his head, distracted from his day dreaming. Despite how beautiful it was, it wasn't safe for him to stand around at night. He pulled his hoodie up over his head and tucked his hands in his pockets. It was time to wonder home. He kept his head down and crunched the snow under his feet as he walked. He lived a good hour's walk from his home but hadn't saved up enough money for a car.

 

Vivian was in an interesting situation. He was on the run with no identification, no bank cards, no phone, no driver's license and only a little money. There was nothing in the world to say he was a citizen of that country, let alone that he even existed. He worked illegally at the florist, working for cash in hand rather than being on the payroll. The room he rented from someone was also cash in hand. Everything he bought, he paid cash. There was no real way to tract him and he liked it that way. If the government even had his tax details, his mother might find out and come for him. If Vivian even had an inkling that she had located him, he'd take his cash and disappear for another country.