How STUPID we were, when we were, too young, too inexperienced in the world of things, but, it’s, too late, it’s all, hindsight now, the trials of life here, translated…
As school started in August of 2017, the freshmen rushed in from all around, became so noisy in the classrooms, the Shu-Der School for the Makeup hadn’t been overpopulated like this for a very long time. Dai was among the freshmen, his silence, made him stand out in the noisy crowd, and I’d, instinctively, believed, that he must have a story.
That year, Dai went into the realm of the bad world, with that nostalgia that he carried, expected that there are, members of the gangster squad that’ll, get his back. But one day, the head of the mob told him to stay, inside that emptied office, that gun that’s left on the desk became so, visible. As he sat himself down, the head of the mob came out, of the dead frozen air, “There’s this guy, that’s way out there, kept challenging me, I need you, to SHUT him up. If I need you to handle this, will you?”
where this man is…not my photo…
Do you dare? You dare? You…………in that vacant office, the voice echoed on, and as Dai got up to leave that space, the gun that was, left on the desk was, hoisted, around his waist.
Actually, there wasn’t, that man who’d, constantly, challenged the head of the mob, the one who’d gotten gunned down was, that out-of-luck builder, who’d, refused to accept, that he wasn’t, getting paid. And yet, the biggest mistake that Dai ever made, wasn’t how he was, foolish enough to trust the head of the gang, but how he’d, not had the courage to tell him “No”. Had he said “no” back then, he wouldn’t be, counting down to the end of his own youth as someone else is, counting up the bills; had he said no, his father wouldn’t have gotten so angered that he had a stroke, his wife wouldn’t have, left with tears in her eyes, and, even, for his son who’s, still a baby, wouldn’t be carrying the reputation, of having a murderer for a father.
Eight years, during his time serving, Dai always put on that strong front in front of others, but every single midnight, he’d, awakened again, and again, and again. And his, manly tears that’s, stained his pillows, were the only ones, who understood, how much, he’d, regretted what he’d done.
This still showed, how easily, it is, to take that one wrong step, that leads you, down to HELL, and this man had, murdered someone in cold blood, because he thought it was, getting even for the mob boss, because he needed a place to belong, and he’d ended up, being imprisoned, because of his naïve, and, his father suffered, his wife, left him, his son, without anyone, to take care of him, but, he’d allowed his own youthful hotheadedness to get the best of him, and now, he’s, paying that huge price, for being young, naïve, AND stupid!