(Gorillaz, the Now Now)

He feels his music blast into his ears at an almost alarming volume, but he could care less. All he could think about was the cool breeze through his bright blue locks; gently feeling of gravel scraping his rollar skates as he sped around various people who surrounded the crowded beach and streets.

He quietly sung to himself as he enjoyed his time to himself. Finally, he thought, free to be myself at last...
No one could bother him about his own life decisions anymore, push him around because of the things he himself did. He was finally... Happy...

That slight glimpse of happiness and hope was suppressed inside his stomach, despite this being one of his first time to be free in over a decade. He pushed the feeling deep down into his chest, however. No, he did not want to ruin his happiness with feeling again. No sad, melancholy times, no drugs or alcohol, and most importantly, no Murdoc...

He would not be back anytime soon.

  2-D spun through the air. Heat from the sun that stood high in the air blazed down against his pale skin, but he could care less. For the first time in a while, he smiles. He was genuinely feeling okay. He was... He was feeling okay. It wad an.. Unusual feeling. For so long, he himself had felt empty, numb without the drugs or partying every single night and getting drunk off his ass, only to come home and have his so called "boss" hurt him all over again.

  The talented singer shook those negative thoughts out of his thick skull. No, he thought once more. I won't think about the bad times. Not from plastic beach, not from the submarine, and not from that damn house, either.

  The man continued to skate around until stopping and taking a break. He decided to turn down his music and just relax. He sat upon the warm bench from the sun. He didn't mind too much, it was calming...

He was finally at peace...