Two Halves of a Whole

Chapter One- Introductions

Pieces scattered all around,

I found a love in the lost and found.

Shattered life with no control,

But two broken hearts will make one whole.

Lavi sighed heavily as he placed his head in his hands in sheer disappointment. Four lines. That was it. He had no muse to call on anymore. His life used to be better than this; he could write sentence after sentence of story plot and then, if he ended up hitting writer's block, he'd open a notebook and scribble a long anthology of poetic genius. And now? Now, the redhead couldn't even find the nerve to put a pencil to paper.

This couldn't go on. Not like this. Lavi hated his job- no, his two jobs- but he couldn't quit. He didn't have anything but the clothes on his back and this old apartment room. He had little money to spend on things beyond the necessities. Even though it was enough to live by, Lavi constantly found himself wishing for a little more. Of course, the scarce dollars that he had… well, they had to be made somehow, and if he couldn't make it in his writing, then he would still have to go to work day in and day out until the day he finally could.

The dull drone of the generator woke him from his deadened state of mind. That was, what, the fifth time since he had gotten home? His neighbors would be turning on their TV right about now to watch something stupid. Loud, artificial laughter from some re-run of a late night show leaked through the thin walls, as though cued in by Lavi's thoughts.

Yeah. It was time for a change.

The smile of a saddened clown

Is red paint on a solemn frown.

And though he may turn to grin at you,

There is no love that he holds true.

Allen had finally made up his mind. Life was like a bar of chocolate. More specifically, a bar of baking chocolate. When you first get some, you are immediately overcome with that silly, childish urge to take a bite. So you do. Now, for those of you who don't know, baking chocolate is some pretty disgusting shit. It's nasty and dry, completely unlike regular milk chocolate. Yeah. Life is like that. Bitter, gross, and not at all what you were expecting when you unwrapped it.

He picked up his suitcase again. It was time to get back to traveling- to keep walking, just as he had been for the past few years. It was his job to keep walking and never look back. It was his job to make others smile, even if he had lost the will to years ago. It was his job to always remember.

Alone. He was so alone.

-END-

A/N: Alright! The first chapter of Stray's rewrite is up! Sorry for randomly throwing in poetry, but they were both kind of my inspiration for this story. Many thanks to my two lovely editors BrokenLocket and Kaida Amaya. You guys are awesome and I really appreciate the help! Hopefully I can get another chapter going or another story started soon! I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you liked reading it. The story will probably be from alternating point of views and it'll be pretty different from Stray. Actually, I guess it's not completely a rewrite. :\

Well either way; thanks for reading! Reviews are loved~