it's been months still he was so stuck blaming himself for the very bad luck.
he loathe himself for causing such harm fruiting to losing his beloved loved one.
he was uprooting the grass where he was sitting tight, trying to diminish boredom.
he stopped crying a few weeks ago for he knew tears were a sign of weakness, something he doesn't want.
everything was quiet until he heard few whispers coming from the other side. and then he heard a laugh that made him turn to look and see
that broken girl with rounded glasses covering the shadow of mourning in her eyes.
he envied her.
"how could someone smile and laugh like death is a price?"
