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I bounced through the sidewalk, enjoying the cold breeze of the current lightly brushing my skin. Cars of different colors passed by beside me. The sun is up but no warmth can be felt from it. I had always loved this kind of day. . .this kind of feeling. I missed walking here with my mum.

I sat down on an empty bench and put my bag down. I scanned my phone for a song to play but realized I'm in no mood for singing along and so I just leaned my head back and looked up the sky. Clouds were all scattered around like cotton balls floating above. I raised a hand and assumed to touch them.

I put my arm down once I got tired. I should get going. I stood up, grabbed my bag, and spotted a guy. It's the guy I usually see whenever I go here. He's always leaning on that slim post residing behind a big tree. Seems like he doesn't have a taste in color. All he wears is black. He even has that big shades on his face.

I walked up to him and sat down under the shade of tree. He had his arms crossed on his chest. What I find weird about this guy the most is his hair. It was colored in orange. Who dares color their hair orange? Maybe artists would be assimilated. But who am I to care anyway? I greeted him but got no response. How rude. Is he asleep? I stood up and went in front of him. Am I even thinking? Who the hell would sleep in a standing position?

He isn't reacting anything despite how I stared at him with my brows knitted in confusion. I observed his face. He's beautiful. But I won't be satisfied unless I see his whole face. His eyes. I waved my hand in front of him. No response. I introduced myself. No response. I asked his name. No response. You left me with no choice. I slowly pulled off his shades. But before I could fully take it off, he grabbed my wrist. I couldn't explain the way he holds me, it is so tight. He quickly pulled away when I tried struggling.

"I'm sorry," I heard him mumbled under his breath. It doesn't seem like he mean it. And his voice. . .I want to hear it one more time. It was so deep and addicting. But it was so cold towards me, just like his hands. He's so cold.

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I was supposed to be asleep but I couldn't take him off my head. Just by thinking of him makes me forget the darkness enveloping me. He makes me feel at ease. But I feel blue at the same time. My wrist was even left with a light bruise. Why did he do that? I intend no harm.

I kicked my thick blanket down and put on my shoes and my plaid, hooded sweatshirt. I went out of my empty-looking house and walked through the long, dark alleyway going to my favorite place. I sat down at the same bench as before and looked up. I once again observed the sky. The moon is full and is shining so brightly. It wasn't clouds scattered around this time, but stars illuminating in the dark sky. When I was a child, mom would often buy me moons and stars and spaceships and any other heavenly bodies that we would decorate inside my room. Those glowing stickers made me think less of different imaginary kinds of creaturehood.

The wind blew so hard and leaves surrounded me as they harshly passed from behind. A chuckle escaped my mouth and I glanced at where it came from. My body eventually froze when I saw him. Even my gaze froze on his silhouette leaning on that same spot. I'm sure it was the guy from earlier. He's creeping me out. What is he doing there?

I do not know where I got the cup of courage to stand up. Slowly, I took steps toward him. He's wearing same clothes but he got no shades this time, instead it was a cap—a snapback faced back. His eyes closed and his lips slightly parted. I leisurely move my shaking hand up to his neck. And when a finger brushed his skin, I felt the same coldness. His eyes flickered open and I swear I witnessed it glowing. I quickly pulled my hand away and backed off but he caught both my hands with his and shoved me to where he was leaning at. My back was harshly pressed against the slim post.