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He Walks By

I stare out to the trees and buildings by the stairs, thinking of aimless thoughts. Tired of the wind, I turn away and spot a tall boy passing by.

I notice his beanie. Smiling, I thought that I liked seeing a boy with a beanie. It's so cute. With his head looking slightly down, he continues to walk, until he passes me by.

And I continue to look. Maybe I'm weird, because I keep staring at him. But there's something . . . something about his serious gaze aimlessly thrown at the ground that interests me.

It's like seeing a lone soul.

A soul like mine.