Post by cosmo on Jan 3, 2010 20:34:18 GMT -6
THE DARK OF THE ALLEY, THE BREAKING OF DAY.
KNUCKLES ARE PALE, FEELS LIKE YOU'RE DYING,
YOU'RE DYING.
Everyday after his final class of the day let out, come hell or high water, Cosmo Moretti could be found at Mellow. He would order a grande black coffee and put two packets of sugar and would order an organic walnut raspberry muffin. He would snake his way over to the newspaper rack and grab the latest local paper of the day and place the change on the counter. Once he had his java, his sugar rush and his daily knowledge in hand, he would find his seat, either open or taken, and would let out a soft sigh as his cheeks would meet fabric. It was a daily thing, and it had not changed since he had started teaching earlier this year. Cosmo Giuseppe was a creature of habit, and he was not found of change. Though, once Change found him head-on, Cosmo took a deep breathe and faced it as if he were a faithful knight in battle defending his country and King. Thankfully, this was two thousand and seven, not fourteen twenty-three.
For the most part, the Mellow's atmosphere was not what had originally attracted the young Valkyrie Academy history teacher. He had been walking along the street--his "exercise" for the day, which he loathed to do anyway--and hunger pangs punched at his inner stomach walls. Mellow Drinks and People had been the nearest thing to food, and so, entering in and looking completely out of his element with his tailored faded black jeans, his light lavender button up and his plaid gray-and-white newsboy cap, along with an old, two round large button, light puke-green cardigan, it was safe to say that if looks could kill, Cosmo would've been dead upon first glance. But he had liked it at Mellow for whatever reason it may have been, and he had been coming to the small little coffee shop ever since.
Putting his right knee onto his left kneecap, his newspaper crinkled loudly as he opened it, skimming over the day's events. Nothing ground-breaking had occurred since yesterday, although one minor car accident had taken place on Valkyrie's major highway. No one had been hurt and the cause had occurred after a teenage boy texted his friend and had looked through his window too late. The car accident had suddenly and without warning had triggered an old, faded memory that had been lodged into his brain. A memory that he had wished would remain undiscovered.
He couldn't recall what age he had been, or anything really, but he remembered it had been so cold. He was outside and his small, hole-infested coat that his mother had sent him seemingly years ago had been ravaged by dirt and grime. It could not provide him much warmth as he struggled to remain lucid as he warmed himself by a fire in a trash bin. His eyes felt heavy and his breathing was sallow, and the longer he remained in the memory, the more his point-of-view shifted from spectator to his former self. Shaking his head, his eyes blinked and he was no longer back in the dark, cold California night where he had been a homeless, dirty drug addict. He hated those memories, and each visitation from the past felt as if it took a physical tole on his body, mind and spirit. They only last seconds, but felt like enons sometimes. How he had survived those harsh years had been a miracle.
Looking around quickly, as he inspected the customers of Mellow, who seemed didn't even look fazed by Cosmo's little stroll down memory lane, he smirked at himself for getting so caught up in an old ghost. Perhaps it was paranoia, or perhaps it was a side effect of the with drawls (though he knew that was not true), but he always felt as if people could travel with him while he had his flashbacks. As if people could visit Cosmo at his darkest hour and use it against him; blackmail him. No one at the Academy knew, and he wanted to keep it that way. Then again, he also knew he was just being overly paranoid. Everyone had a part of their lives that they wanted to keep secret. And could people really read thoughts? No, they couldn't.
Forcing his shoulders and body to ease back into the old chair, he turned the page of the newspaper, hearing the crinkle again as he blindly let his right hand find his cup of coffee. The bitterness and the steam touched his nose and his tongue felt the hot liquid as it slid down his throat.
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