Habits [Tom]

Remo Moreno wasn't needed anymore. District Four had found their use for the career. His will to help them pushed on and on, yet his help was no longer going to be needed. A calm set in on his weighted heart. Leo Pine, Rory, and him had ended up helping the District that helped create the new life that he had now. A life of peace and friendships that held him together. His insides no longer cracking at the pressure of everything that once before he had to hold. A typical day was what he needed. Something to clear his mind from everything and create a new point in his life. A memory that could be known as a good one. A smile on his face and wave goodbye to his friend who was staying in his home. Leo Pine had been there for him since they had met. Rough first impressions and new bond that couldn't be destroyed by anyone around.

The walk to the district square was a simple one. The breeze brushing his skin with a sweet caress. The sky above holding a bright sun that's heat beats down upon the citizens of District One. Guitar on Remo Moreno's back, words falling from his smile, "Old habits die hard, Dino." His brother's memory within the guitar that let the sweet melodies flow. Memories of growing up in the orphanage that they used to be in, fighting with wooden swords and a glint of amusement. The world seemed to be drifting sweetly along to the memories that formed in the Moreno's head. The soft smile upon his face growing only brighter as he thinks of all the people he's seen, met, and remembered. People lost to the chaos of the world. People still around fighting back the pain. The world was a cruel place, and yet a divine beauty that only the admirable could see.

The melody that struck upon his guitar and the words flowing simply from his lips. The tune a rather joyful one, passerbies supplying him with money, and applause. Random faces that Remo would most likely forget. Faces that could and would be lost in time. Rich, poor, just getting by. They all had their own journeys to face, Remo's was still going on, just like all of the living. A smile on his face as he sings about the lost and freedom. A more cheerful tone to the song, providing a bit of a jump in step for multiple people moving past him to their daily life. The song was just ending when a girl's voice chimed in, "Excuse me, handsome, may I request an encore? I promise it'll be worth your while."

The words seemed to hit him like a brick inside his head. The last time something like this had happened to him was Francesca, the girl who danced to his music. A lovely pair that were in sync. Dancing not something of Remo's talents. He would have to fix that, for Francesca's sake. She would be rolling in her grave if she knew Remo couldn't dance. A smile sticks to his face as he nods to the girl in front of him, a simple, cheery tune upon the guitar. Curiosity in his eyes at what he girl would do. A mystery that he would have to discover in time. Remo's guitar letting the tune fill the air. A smile, a tune, and a new discovery. Could the day get any better?


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