'I wonder if people think the same thing as others.' Boyde thought as he made his sandwich. Boyde was a 12 year old boy who's curiosity was a little far-reaching for his age. Some say children shouldn't be thinking like that but obviously boyde thought different.
Throughout the years boyde asked many people if they've ever thought about people think the same thing as them. Some saying that they have but they never gave it a second thought. Most waving him off because he was annoying them with his curiosity, but that never got him down. He was determined to get an answer to that quest no matter how long it took him. He just wondered sometimes 'what if'
*time skip*
Boyde was now going to turn 18 in a few days and his question has stuck with him all that time with still no answer. His curiosity has grown to a company him and lead him down a road he'd never thought he'd take.
*3 days till his birthday*
He scrambled out of bed to the smell of burning toast. With a twist and rub on the nose he turned his head to look at his bedside clock '9:48am' it read. "Sh*t" he cursed under his breath. Boyde was going to be late for his interview if he didn't get a move on. Boyde had planned this interview for a while now and not want to waste another second he threw off his sheets not caring if they hit the ground, ran to the bathroom in a panick and nearly slipping on the ice cold tiles in the process. The boy looked at himself in the mirror grimacing at the reflection, drool on the side of his dark skin and down his chin, his long curly hair tangled to no end. The chocolate eyes that stared back at him all puffy and red from just waking up moments ago. He had one time for a shower so he splashed his face with water, tried to tie his hair back into a bun and changed into a hopefully clean black button up shirt and a pair of black jeans.
10:00am the clock read as he stared at it once more, pacing around his room trying to find his dress shoes panicking cause he couldn't find them. He turned the place upside down in hopes they where somewhere close by. Nope. Just as he was about to grunt and scream profanities out of frustration his mother tapped him on the shoulder with the desired pair of shoes in her hand.
A sigh of relief left his lips just as almost instantly he thought of his question that was almost forgotten. ' Do people think the same thing as others at the same time.' The thought bringing back the nostalgia from the past as the memory slowly faded back into his mind
*5 years earlier*
Boyde walked out Into the kitchen to see his mother pulling to bread out of the fridge 'Hey sweetheart' Jule said to her son ' Hey' he replied back trying not to cringe at the name she called him. Jule asked her son if he'd like a sandwich too which he replied with ' I was just about to make one myself' with a breathy laugh that followed. 'Must've thought of the same thing then' his mother said with a playful grin plastered on her face. He hummed. 'Would this happen again or was it just a coincidence that we wanted a sandwich at the same time. He thought to him self.
He didn't want to give it another thought but it had stuck with him.
*present time*
He was pushed out of his thoughts by his mother playfully slapping him on the cheek. He laughed. Looking at the clock once more reading 10:20am, he was now hoping around trying to slip his shoes on his feet and speeding out the door on his way he said goodbye to his mother while kissing her forehead and petting his pups head and then leaving the door.
As he struggled to get on his bike he makes his way to the city. He road up and down the hill of the country side as he took in the scenery and smells around him. The smell of the woods that surrounded him reminding him of his grandmother, the oils she used to use around the house. The smoke from passing cars reminded him of his father teaching him how to ride a motorbike at a young age. The bitter sweet memories spreading and filling his mind making tears prick his eyes in the moment. Making him appreciate what he has and the opportunities that they had given him.
"I love you and miss you everyday" he said to himself afraid that someone would hear him in his weak moment. Looking at the sky hoping that they heard him.
*time skip*
Now arriving at his interview just about to knock on the door being only a few minutes early the door is opened by the person he's been dreading to see but also excited to have the opportunity to become a psychiatrist.
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