It's usually cold and lonely. But today is different.
A boy walked up to the glass wall keeping me away from the everything and everyone else. He had a blueish purple hue to him. He took out two pens and wrote on the glass, he began writing normally but than figured out how to write mirrored making me giggle 'can you write?' He wrote. He threw one of the pens to me 'off course duh' I wrote back. He smiled 'can you draw?' He wrote. I drew a small chibi of myself and smiled 'yes' I wrote next to it. We drew all over the glass and wrote messages. Soon there was a small spot left. He put his hand on the glass and I put my hand identical to his. He took his hand away and looked sad. 'It feels cold' he wrote I looked down to the ground and he wrote again. 'I want to be with you' 'you are with me' I replied with a smile 'only there's a glass between us' I wrote. He furrowed his brows and stood up and started punching the glass. I stood up too and screamed for him to stop. The glass cracked and I stepped back. I stepped to the side as the glass cracked fully but than it seamed to go in reverse and the glass went back. His arm went back and his lower arm was off. Blood splattered back and he fell.
We sat again with the glass dividing us. 'Are you okay?' I wrote, he nodded in response. His arm was bandaged and held up. 'Draw with me' I wrote 'I can't anymore' he wrote crooked and bent with his non dominant hand. We sat still looking at the ground.
