MERCHANT, gi fay moon

[attr="class","appn"]gi fay moon

[attr="class","appc"]age 018

[attr="class","appc"]group seraphim

[attr="class","appc"]sex male

[attr="class","appc"]occupation merchant

[attr="class","appp"]


There are crushed strawberries on the floor. It is broken; it is everywhere. The red is poison to eyes. Too much of it is bleeding from those wounds. These wounds aren't his. The boy is only twelve but now he is done for. The knife stabbed deep but it is embedded in his mind. Slowly he begins to breath again. Breath out. Breath in. Remember what he has done. The boy remembers that it was sweet before, when those two were eating strawberries. Now they weren't. Eyes glazed he saw why. She didn't have a tongue anymore. 
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Gi Fay is the boy who's parents weren't there anymore. He's only twelve years old and has to run the fruit stand. It was nice, they left him something nice; But he didn't like being alone. Underneath the stall curtains it's still possible to see the sun through. He needs two hands to carry a pineapple. Many gather there just for pity, but the fruit is ripe. His spirit is nothing. Nothing because he doesn't know what it is. He looks up and the sun is shining through a hole. The profits of the fruit stand keep him alive. An aunt comes after a few months to look after him, from his mother's side. Soon her husband comes along too, and their son. His room is split in two as he has to share with the other boy because there wasn't enough room. Never liked that much.
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Sometimes he wonders why he exists in this state. A normal man, in a normal house, with a normal career.. Ten puzzles are on the table. All of them have been solved, taken apart, broken, understood. It doesn't matter if it's wood or metal or stone. Something that keeps him interested, he wants. A bite through a peach, and he sighed. What he needs is another puzzle. One that can't be solved. Six years of working, six years of them in a house. Really, isn't there something new?
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