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I hope things never change
Chemicals. I wrinkled my nose. The disgusting odor of chemicals was pronounced in the cool morning breeze, tainting it. It was bitter, suffocating as it went down my throat. Eww.
"Nothing like the stench of chemicals in the mornin', wouldn't you agree?" Bane inhaled in deeply.
I merely shrugged. "You just lost five years off your life," I warned halfheartedly.
Bane grinned, stretching the wrinkles of his creased face. "Don't care," he announced.
It was hard not to smile back. I've never really felt like Bane was my grandfather. He felt more like a roommate. Of course, meeting him a mere year ago helped.
The grey metal dock around us reflected the toxin filled sunrise, green and purple.
I kicked the metal beneath the soles of my feet. "Hard to believe there used to be soil here," I mused.
Bane hummed in agreement. "And the sunrises used to be all pale and pink, too."
I cringed. "No way. Really?"
Bane folded his large arms as he stared at the horizon. "You're just fifteen, kid. You really don't know much about the world."
Staring at the sunrise alongside him, I knew he was right. Nevertheless, I scowled. "Look who's talking, dear old geezer of mine. Got a call from the cemetery the other day."
Bane's grin widened, exposing all of his yellow teeth. "You're your father's boy, kid." I knew that for him it was meant as the greatest compliment.
I kicked the dock again, ignoring the deadly ocean underneath. "You give yourself too much credit."
Bane scratched his unshaven chin. "Maybe you're right," he agreed with a nonchalant shrug.
I've only met Bane a year ago, after the government decided he should be my guardian. He wasn't very welcoming; he looked me up an down, mouth turning down at the corners, nodded as I steadied myself onboard the ship. "Can you sail, kid?"
I shook my head.
He grunted, "Your father's boy all right…" for the first time back then. I'd taken it as an insult – not that I should've been offended. My father was a proud politician, famous all over the world. Nobody knew he had a kid. An accident, they told me. Took the both of them, they explained.
There was no sympathy in Bane's eyes when he greeted me for the first time, no pitty, not soothing words. I liked it.
"What're you thinking about so hard, kid?" Bane asked, cutting off my train of thought. "Oh." I forced the dent between my eyebrows to disappear. "Nothing." But living with Bane in the ocean, away from everything… it did me good. "Just that you're kind of all right to live with."
Bane beemed. "So are you, kid."
I hope things never change…
Looking back, I want to hit myself for that thought; I just had to jinx it, didn't I?
