He always wondered how it was to have normal parents, to have friends, or to have a partner. He thinks some people are simply born luckier than others. When his life suddenly starts being a little better, under the influence of all his darkest emoti...
-Come on! Namjoon pulls my hand, telling me to walk faster. We walk off school grounds after the sound of the last bell ringing. -Aren't your parents going to be worried? I ask him. He stops walking and turns around. -They wont worry, it's fine. They are used to me arriving later on Friday nights. He starts to walk again. After walking for awhile, we get to this strange place with a lot of non functioning trains. The smell is odd, and it's really dark outside. I hold on to Namjoons hand. We get in between two train rails and walk further. Namjoon opens one of the wagons door and jumps in. He reaches his hand out to me and helps me getting in. Namjoon turns on a light. I sit down beside him. -What's this? I ask him. He looks down. -It's a little place where I like to spend time. I look to the other side and see a picture laying on the ground. It's a picture of Namjoon and other boys. I wonder who they are. The picture seems damaged. Almost.. burnt.
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I take it and take a closer look. -Who are they? I ask. He looks at it and takes it. -They.. they were my best friends.. -Where are they? -Um.. they um.. they're gone. -Oh.. I-I'm sorry.. He puts it aside and gets up. He gets his backpack and gets on his knees. He gets pillows and blankets out of his bag and places them down. -What are you doing? I ask. He looks at me and chuckles.
