Luciel

Year 9987, Day 47 of the Month of Flowers.

(POV #1: Luciel)

Slowly I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was the ceiling of my room, which to my grace was the floor of above. That's right, I slept in a basement, although never in my life did I think I would sleep in a basement, especially one that also serves as Warehouse # 2, or rather as the warehouse where the most important and expensive things are put.

Yes, I not only live in a basement, but in the basement of a place, or rather a Restaurant, the restaurant in which I have only been working for less than a month, something that I did not think I would do at my young age of twelve, work as a waiter, assistant and manager of a restaurant being just a brat.

'For real.' – sometimes in life you would not expect somethings.

But here I am, working in a restaurant, sleeping in a basement, and with a wound on my shoulder that was now beginning to give me more discomfort than pain.

Although I knew that this injury was my fault, I couldn't stop thinking about them, even so, this injury made me realize how dangerous the areas outside the town were, now I begin to understand a little why this town is called Hope.

"Town of Hope." - hm, and to think that this was the place I had to get to when I arrived, although I've only been living here for a few days, I've already met quite a few people, and you could say that I owe a lot to them, specially two, one of them was the first person I met when I arrived, and the other is ...

"You already woke up." - Said an old man, tall, gray hair, white skin, and surprising crimson eyes.

"Don Armando." - I said as I tried to sit up.

"Don't strain." - Said the man who saved my life as he approached. - "Let me check the wound." - He announced just before removing the bandage and checking my shoulder wound. - "It is a pity that there are no doctors here." - He said while he puts ointment and an herb while he continued to bandage me with a clean bandage.

"Ah ..." - I will not lie, the pain returned once to itself worse than the discomfort.

"Sorry." - Don Armando apologized as he threw the old used bandage in the basket that I used as garbage.

"Don Armando, you don't have to say sorry, on the contrary, I should say I'm sorry ... and thank you." - I answered firmly while looking the face of Don Armando.

"Luciel ..."

"It was stupid the thing I did ... and if it weren't for you ..." – Yes, if it were not for Don Armando, sure as hell I would be dead.

"Yes, it was stupid." - He said as he turned to look at my injured shoulder. - "But I understand why you did it."

"Yes…"

"Still, this will be the last time I will go chasing you, the last time that I will go for you." - He said in a serious tone as he looked at my face. - "I hope this is also the last time you try something so crazy."

"..."

I couldn't answer him, I knew it would be a suicide to leave town again, especially considering my situation totally different from that of the townspeople, even so, in my heart, all I wanted was to see them again, but that would be something almost impossible, I'm weak…

"Well, it's time to go." – He said. - "Do not worry, with the ointment that I put on you, in a couple of days you will be fine, even so, you better prepare yourself, that when you are well again, when you are just fine and ready to do I little bit of work, I will put you to work without stopping."

Once he said that, he got up and left here.

"..." - I owed him my life, I owed him the opportunity to have a place to sleep, and I had all my gratitude, even so, I couldn't help but feel angry, because He didn't scold me, he had every right to get angry at me, cause I run away, I was a fool that just ignore what he told me.

"I ... I ..." - tears ran down my cheeks as I looked back at the ceiling that was becoming more and more familiar to me. - "I'm Sorry."