"We're one of the oldest capitals in the world, you know?" Liang said. Hiro looked stiffly towards him. "I do not like to be reminded of the toils of the past." He said sternly.
Liang whined and sighed. They were sat on a beach, alone with nobody else. Why was he still so stubborn? "Why don't you remember the good times of way back when?" He asked. "Why should I?"
"Because you were so much happier back then."
Hiro scoffed and looked at him. "I'm still happy now." He told him. Liang frowned and stared into his eyes. Lifeless pools of brown. Melted chocolate was too happy of a comparison. And Liang knew, deep inside...
Hiro was not happy.
"Well, you don't look happy. And you don't act happy." Liang said softly, scooting closer to him. Sand was getting into his pockets and the creases of his clothing, but he did not care.
Hiro's expression softened for one moment. He knew deep inside too, that he wasn't happy. "That is the price for a good economy and a planned life." He eventually