i_am_aloofness

Alexander Alice is a child when he lost his mother. He left his father because he was the reason of his mother's death. He met a guy who took him in an orphanage where he found a girl with beautiful character. At the age of nineteen, he killed a person who was trying to harass a girl. He had no fear of being arrested because he was considered a devil of his own world.


"Her gaze dances across the crowd, landing on every face but mine, as though I am but a shadow in the room."
His voice was thick with emotion, reflecting something broken within him.


"This is such a cheap weapon, girl; you can't seduce me."Tears were rolling down her eyes as he grinned. Bending down to her face, he took his hand out of his pocket and placed it gently over her eyes.

"I wish I had someone in my life who doesn't know the price, but understands the value of being with me." he looked at sky fraught with Stars, but where was the moon. now he had found something to be discovered.No doubt he was a great mood transformer.


"Trying to make you understand is like honking in front of a deaf person." This was a lady for whom he could repeat himself a billion times, even millions if necessary.

"She will get me killed with her smile—such a dangerous weapon." absorbing in his thoughts, when he looked at her, smiling face, trying to impress him with her smile.
"Don't smile," he said, voice low, a warning in his tone.
 "I’m talking about her." 
"Yes, boss," came the reply.

who is that man

He stood at the threshold of the house, staring at the old wooden door that had once been entryway to a place he called home. The air was thick with memories— memories of his mother's voice. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He had loved his father once. Even after everything, Alexander wanted to believe that deep down, his father still cared for him.

Taking a deep breath, Alexander knocked on the door.

A girl, whom Alexander didn't recognize, opened the door. Her age was around sixteen. What was she doing in his house. His mind was filled with unspoken thoughts.

"Who are you?" She asked, her voice curt but unkind.

He looked at his dirty clothes, it became clear to him that the girl would create a story on her own.

"A beggar, uhh?" Why she was so fast in creating stories.

Both his hands were admiring the beauty of his face. It wasn't so bad, at least he didn't look like beggars. Without waiting for an explanation, she stepped back inside, quickly returning with a small coin and extending it to him.

"Here" she said, pushing it into his hand.

"Then you should have this." He took five dollars out of his pocket, pushing them into her hand. That was insult, she thought.

" Your coin deserves to be in museum ."

" I am his son." He came to the point.

"I am his daughter." Alexander's heart shattered.

He wanted his father to be everything to him.

He wished his father could be there for him in every way.

My father belongs to others