I am baaaaack!
With this angsty Sebastian Morganstern fic.
I can't help it, I just have a lot of feels.
This is probably the dumbest authors note ever.
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Thats all for now. Here's the story- enjoy... And review? ;D
Until next time!
-AnnieRemmyAurum
Sebastian Morganstern smiled cruelly over the ring of his medium sized cup. He was sat on a bar still like chair, alone with chicken negates in a small box with the title, "I'm lovin it!"
He loved it, all right. The fact that no matter where you went in the world, there was always a McDonalds down the road. Madrid, Berlin, Prague; it didn't matter. There was always one there. Sebastian liked to go to the nearest McDonalds nice he found a new place to park the apartment and just watch the people. He would watch their emotions, watch the lovers and the friends, the drama and the back stabbing. Who knew a fast food eatery could be so... amusing.
Today, the shop was fairly empty, save himself and three bored employees. As he munched aimlessly on a nugget, he noticed the female worker looking at him. She was pretty enough, with blonde wavy hair and green eyes. She collude be his, for a while, if he wanted her. He didn't. She was too much alike the annoying vampire Camille, at least in looks. He curled his lips back in an amused sneer and she looked away, a blush on her pale cheeks.
As Sebastian turned back to the chicken and sprite combo sat before, two more people walked into the restaurant.
He looked up at them, a slight frown twisting his features. The pair were obviously siblings, sharing dark hair and bright blue eyes, complete with tan skin. They were laughing at something. Sebastian scowled. It was things like this that he missed. He wasn't supposed to be able to feel anything, but he felt this. A dull, yet somehow sharp, ache in his chest that arose whenever he saw siblings. Just siblings in general. Laughing, fighting, playing. It hurt. It always reminded him of what he wanted, what he could have had.
He always knew that he had a sister, but Valentine had always said that when his mother ran away, she took the girl with her. Valentine spoke of his mother- of Jocelyn, Sebastian scowled himself- with a hint of lust in his voice. Was that what family felt for each other? Lust? Sebastian didn't know.
He wondered if family was supposed to be the crack of a whip across a child's back, constant bragging of the better child, the annoyance when spoken to.
No wonder Jocelyn had taken Clarissa and ran.
Sebastian looked down at the small meal on the table and scowled, no longer feeling his appetite. He hopped off the stool, casually picking up his tray and dumping it in the trash bin next to his seat. He sauntered past the siblings, glaring at them. They had no idea. No idea of how lucky they were.
