This morning I felt sad walking past his spot,his shiny tiara not there to brighten the ugly wall.
At work I was bored,my mind kept spinning in circles that all revolved around one thought.
The tiara boy.
What did he like?
What did he listen to?
What did he do when he wasn't there in the morning?
Where did he live?
The day seemed to fly by as I kept up these thoughts,in the blink of an eye it was closing time and I found myself walking home.
I passed him but this time I didn't go inside.
I went and stood beside him like I did before.
My nerves were out of whack but I didn't care.
I spoke anyway.
"Can I sit with you?"
