Episode 2

"You're late, Lysander." the owner of the small restaurant said, as Lyzander walked inside the place.

"I know, I'm so sorry, I wasn't feeling well this morning." Lysander looked down as he felt guilty leaving this whole place to the old man.

"If you weren't feeling well, you should've stayed home, I'd be alright doing it alone today." the owner sounded sad.

"No, I wanted to help, and I need to want money for the hospital bills and living." Lysander smiled as he stepped near the counter.

"I'll go and change clothes, I'll be back soon, it's no problem to help you, it's my job." Lysander disappeared in the back of the restaurant and changed his worn out clothes to work suit.

He looked at himself in the mirror, his features were bland and average, his eyes looked tired and his face dull, his green eyes were dark and his dark hair didn't help them shine through either.

Lysander sighed, he still looked the same, no matter what. He'll always be the ugly duckling.

"Doesn't matter anymore, I just need to earn money and survive." that was all that mattered, survival.

The day went on, Lysander took order after order, he took trays of food to tables and empty trays back.

He greeted people and smiled at difficult customers. He rolled his eyes, whenever he wasn't seen and here and there stopped to drink his water.

By the end of the day, he was tired and exhausted.

His stomach was in churns and he felt like vomiting again. But he couldn't fall apart here.

"My shift's soon to be over, I can make it work somehow." he said to himself, his eyes darting across the room full of customers.

His vision blurred from time to time, but he had to prevail.

"I need this money." he always reminded himself.

He truly needed the money, he couldn't accept to lose anything. Not a single penny, so he worked to the bone, he tried and made himself exhausted every single day, for his father, for himself.

"Good job, today, I'll give you a raise this week, You've worked like a dog." he owner smiled at Lysander, who was clearly tired.

"Thank you so much, boss." Lysander thanked him, he bowed his head.

The day was coming to an end, the restaurant was taken over by another employee, who worked there with Lysander.

"I can go home now..."Lysander sighed as he changed back into his clothes and left the restaurant, smelling like food.

The smell made him nauseous, he could no longer keep it in, he vomited right the moment he stepped outside. The cold air filled his lungs, the strong wind from morning grew even larger.

Trees moved in the wind, their treetops bending with its will.

"I need to buy me some medicine."Lysander found the nearest pharmacy and came inside.

"Welcome!"

To be continued...

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