Escapism

 The faint sound of a distant train was all there was to disturb him tonight. The only noise he'd never grown accustomed to living here in a neighbourhood that had once been the bustling home for a family long gone by now. Nick remembered them all even after all these years. He could recall many nights when he had been seated here outside the bar, listening to the shouts and laughs from the adults inside. Now there were no more, just the sound of the train in the distance and a few drunk strangers left hanging at the counter.  Ofcourse- he and Xander had started a new after most of the adults in their world had been arrested and prosecuted. And ofcourse they were still full in numbers, but no matter what, nothing would compare to the sound of his old man's laughter. Not when he knew those would now be contained within a dark dreadful cell somewhere.

Alas- sitting here and moping would fix nothing, Nick knew this and tended to avoid doing so on the regular. Sometimes, however- even escapism could not prevent him from finding these moments nonetheless. At the end of the night when all the people, even down in the lower rings had found their beds or tents. All he could find a distraction in was that that reminded him most of the dreadful day his life was completely changed. The sound of the train his father had tried to rob, still going ever so strong. A symbol for the rich, a hate crime on his conscious.

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