"Please Don't Leave..."

Chapter 2 {There's More}

    Although Frank had made the man mad, they still started to have a conversation. 

    "First of all, how did you know about my uncle's death?" Valentin asked, filled with both curiosity, and anger. 

    "It was pretty obvious. You looked like you had undergone stress, and had covered up your few strands of greying hair with a small amount of hair dye. But that wasn't the only thing that gave it away." Frank shurgged, eyeing all the man's movements.

    "That.. Isn't obvious, but okay, sure." Agreed the man sitting next to him. 

    Valentin wanted to question what the symbols meant, or who drew them, but he decided against it.

    "They're ancient writing." Said Frank, "They were spray painted onto a wall of a train staion, and I'm currently trying to decode them - if that answers your unasked question." 

    Valentin nodded slightly, "Okay.. That sounds... Scary."

    "Actually, it sounds a lot more like a cure to bordom to me. There hasn't been muching going on lately, that's why I look like I crawled out of a newly burried grave." He snickered slightly. "Since I don't look like I've decomposed.. Yet." He joked, him being the only one to find it amusing.

     Valentin sat, quiet, just staring at nothing in particular.

    Frank started to gather his books, and notebook, and stood up.

    Valentin started to panic, wanting to talk to this stranger more often. He intrigued him. So, he handed Frank a piece of paper, with his number scribbled on it.

    "Why would I need this? I'm perfectly fine without you in my life. Sure, occasionally talking to something is nice, but people bore me." Frank replied after said gesture.

   "I just.. You're interesting."

    "Interesting enough, until you get killed or hurt after some stupid action I make." But Frank sighed, and pocketed the number. "Fine, whatever. Don't expect me to talk all that much, that's what a psychiatrist is for. Trust me, I'm not going to become your best friend, or your lover or any of the sorts. We can talk, sure, but --" Frank cuts his ramble short. "Okay, well I'll be going. So, good bye."

    "Bye." Replied Valentin.

    Frank started his long journey home.