(Sorrowful Fact Mode)
Reclined against one of the rims of the tour bus, Adam lights a cigarrette. He clearly remembers the day he grazed my chin with an "about to be finished" Marlboro, the little scar it left me and the million times he apologized for that stupid accident. Now, everytime Adam lights a cigarrette, he tells me: "Move away, bitch. I want to touch you with my hands, not with a cigarrette". The order was followed to satisfaction by me, but with reluctance.
I have never liked to leave Adam alone. Even less since his twin brother, Jonathan Smog, left us to study a boring career in Venezuela, fact that he had as an alibi to run away from Adam. His real reason was the jealousy between his brother and him. They were twins, though they shared everything until they were 16 years old, from now on they started to be very competitive between them: they competed to watch who was the smartest, the most talented, the most drunken one, the best ladies man, the hottest twin. It was a constant contest where there was no winner.
But one day things changed. Due to their constant competition, Adam Mars and Jonathan Smog decided that i should choose who was the winner for good. I still don't know the reasons, and i'm not interested in knowing them.
For weird twists of fate, i picked Adam. Jonathan got angry, and things between the twins got worse. When i was trying to avoid Adam and Jonathan from starting a fist-fight, i got between them, and Adam, having no other choice, threw his cigarrette aiming to Jonathan's face, but burning mine. Definitely, the fight was over since then. There was a winner already.
The day after the incident, Jonathan Smog suddenly ran away, leaving as an only track a note in which he wrote that he was tired of competing, that he admitted his defeat and he was leaving for ever. And he said the same thing Adam says: he said he loved me. I have never believed him. And i never will.
I don't regret of having chosen Adam Mars. He always has been the strongest one, the bravest one, the most determined one. I always felt more attracted to him. He was the first of the twins i met, and the one i could get along the best. Jonathan was physically identic to him, but he was an immature boy. I hope he grows up in Venezuela. I don't want him close to me. Or at least not with that childish behavior.
Everytime Adam goes out of the bus, i stay inside unless he calls me. I never rebuke him that incident, because he remembers it all the time. And his distant brother never lets him forget it. There's nothing i can do about it, except watching Adam while he smokes, through the bus' window, living with him his terrible melancholy.
Reclined against one of the rims of the tour bus, Adam lights a cigarrette. He clearly remembers the day he grazed my chin with an "about to be finished" Marlboro, the little scar it left me and the million times he apologized for that stupid accident. Now, everytime Adam lights a cigarrette, he tells me: "Move away, bitch. I want to touch you with my hands, not with a cigarrette". The order was followed to satisfaction by me, but with reluctance.
I have never liked to leave Adam alone. Even less since his twin brother, Jonathan Smog, left us to study a boring career in Venezuela, fact that he had as an alibi to run away from Adam. His real reason was the jealousy between his brother and him. They were twins, though they shared everything until they were 16 years old, from now on they started to be very competitive between them: they competed to watch who was the smartest, the most talented, the most drunken one, the best ladies man, the hottest twin. It was a constant contest where there was no winner.
But one day things changed. Due to their constant competition, Adam Mars and Jonathan Smog decided that i should choose who was the winner for good. I still don't know the reasons, and i'm not interested in knowing them.
For weird twists of fate, i picked Adam. Jonathan got angry, and things between the twins got worse. When i was trying to avoid Adam and Jonathan from starting a fist-fight, i got between them, and Adam, having no other choice, threw his cigarrette aiming to Jonathan's face, but burning mine. Definitely, the fight was over since then. There was a winner already.
The day after the incident, Jonathan Smog suddenly ran away, leaving as an only track a note in which he wrote that he was tired of competing, that he admitted his defeat and he was leaving for ever. And he said the same thing Adam says: he said he loved me. I have never believed him. And i never will.
I don't regret of having chosen Adam Mars. He always has been the strongest one, the bravest one, the most determined one. I always felt more attracted to him. He was the first of the twins i met, and the one i could get along the best. Jonathan was physically identic to him, but he was an immature boy. I hope he grows up in Venezuela. I don't want him close to me. Or at least not with that childish behavior.
Everytime Adam goes out of the bus, i stay inside unless he calls me. I never rebuke him that incident, because he remembers it all the time. And his distant brother never lets him forget it. There's nothing i can do about it, except watching Adam while he smokes, through the bus' window, living with him his terrible melancholy.
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