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~A Flower Blooming in the Slums~

The static stops resonating. My eyes, still closed, adjusts to the darkness which it is accustommed to. Silence and the pitch black surroundings of the blind start to comfort me. After what I just saw, there was any mroe reason for me to stay within this reality any more.
Don't be afraid. It's only your memories that have been forgotten in time.
His voice returned to my ears. Unwelcomed as he should be, I could not do anything but to just listen and reply to him.
You. Then just tell me what I forgotten. Tell me the things I want to know. Stop making me jump over hoops I've been through once before.
It was your fault that made you fall into this rabbit hole.
This isn't some fairy tale, you know?
Maybe so, but you're the one not coming out of the darkness completely. Not me.
Hey! Wait!
His footsteps echoed as he walked away, fading further away into the silent shadows once more. Alone once more, questions unaswered and curiosity left searching for a cat to kill. The wind blew through in miniture bursts, sending cold daggers of air into my body.
Eyes revealed where I was now. A secluded market street during the twilight hours. All the open-window shops were closing up for the night and the odd car or two seemed to cruise along the gravel-road. The only place left open was the bar and grill. For all it's warm fuzz and glowing reception, it was aptly named "The Club Hub". Everyone that was dressed up for a meal and a deal just walked on in and settled themselves onto a table.
Just on the corner of the road near The Club Hub, the boy - now a young man - was patiently waiting for his bonnie lass to arrive. Donning a black suit with white pinstripes, with a fedora hat that mirrored the opposite colour layout - white with black pinstripes. He held a sizable package in the crook of one arm, wrapped and tied with a silver bow. He looked to me as though he was about to drop it at any given time now - the chilling winds were slicing into his suit and skin as though there wasn't anything there.
Along my side of the street, the young lass appeared beside me in a taxi cab. A slimming red dress that had unique patterns embroidered along the bottom of the skirt. Also, her hair had a rose attached near the tip of her ear. She was just something so stunning, bathed within the night lights and the night life. No wonder the young man bared the cold winds waiting for her - she was a prize worth waiting for.
They settled after exchanging pleasantries, walking into The Club Hub and taking a table near the windowfront. The interior of the place was just extraordinary. A small chandelier was fixed onto the roof of the establishment, with crafted glass crystalites hanging onto the equally crafted metal frame. A mild but present light shine trhough the reflective crystals to illuminate the interior decor. Multiple portraits and landscapes lined the walls of velvet red. Nothing was left dull, not even the bar tabletop or the stools that stood before it.
They mouthed words again in quick succession. Either they had become mutes or something strange is happening in this reality. Every other person's conversation I could hear as clear as day, but not these two. Faces kept changing between the two at every other turn. Laughter, a smile, even a brief gaze into the distant space inside their eyes.
The young man turned to his package and placed it on the table. The young miss drew open the course strings away from its knots and dropped her jaw when she revealed her present. To tell the truth, I too dropped my own jaw. It was that violin. The one and the very same blue one the woman in my own present reality has in her possession.
I closed my eyes to regain my process of judgement. Everything died down into bitter silence. Did my eyes decieve me? If this is not the present, then what is this reality?
A slight vibration trembled along the floor. Shortly after, a stronger one took over its place. Then the whole ground shook. My eyes were veiled in darkness still, as though something held them down beyond my control. While pondering on such luck, a tremendous blunt force threw my body aside to the nearest wall available.
Free from their resistance, my eyes showed me the way. The middle of a warzone.
My first instinct. To run.