Bored Clover

Jonathan's walking on the street alone, holding the map in his hand.
"Fuck, i've lost my way again... what street is this?" staring on the map impatiently.
Maybe it's not even a good idea that i moved out from home. it's been 5 days and i'm still getting myself lost everyday. Thought Jon.

It's already noon when he had figure out where he was. He made a left turn at the junction and saw the roadsign that he was looking for. Sweat was dripping on his shirt. Half of his shirt is wet now. Sound of beer bottles knocking on each other can be heard coming out from the plastic bag that he's holding in his palm.

Sweat was all over his forehead, beard growing out of his chin and a bruised nose. Life has been miserable when the only woman he had ever loved broke up with him. That's when he decided to finally move out of the town to this deserted surburb where no one could find him. He felt lost....no... he wanted to be lost.

He started to slow down his pace when a wooden cottage lying dead at the end of the road is slowly appearing in his sight. He stopped at the front door of the pathetic cottage and took out a 19th century-looking key to unlock the door.

Sunlight began to shine in when the door cracked open. The light had reveal the things in the small room. A bed, cupboard, timber table, chairs, fan, kitchen stove, a door that leads to the bathrooon and amazingly a new frige stading at the corner of the wall. He paused for a moment looking at the fridge before he walked towards it to put the beers and food he bought. He remebered how the landlord refused to gave him a new refrigerator when the old one was obviously broken and the landlord's wife was looking at him feeling sorry.

He sat on the chair and switched on the fan. The angry faces of Nigel started to flew into his mind.

"No. How can u move out like this? You can barely survive! Jon, could you just stop being such a loser and start finding a proper job? It's just a break-up".

"Oh ya?! it's easy for you to say. How about your precious Kisha?".

"You bastard!"

Jon suddenly opened his eyes and stand up straight as if he felt pain in his body. He put his hand on his bruised nose, gazed at his empty room and sighed

"And it still hurts... all of that...everyone..."