He was walking dow the streets calmly. It was at night. A damn cold night along with a delicate fog. Frank was on a bridge looking at the crystal clear below. He was waiting for somebody, but he didn't know who. Tired and cold, he decided to start to roam.
That silent town was supposed to be where he lived but he didn't remember being there ever before.
When he walked past a house with its entrance well-protected with a gate, something made him stop. A man, or rather a boy, was sitting on a window ledge of the fifth floor. The full moon didn't make it to light his face up so Frank would be the last one who saw it.
The next thing he did alarmed Frank so much it caused the end of his dream.
The boy simply let himself fall. The collision against the floor meant his meeting with death.
The last thing Frank would remember about thay dream were the drops of blood which had splashed going slowly down the old iron bars of the house's gate.
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FanfictionFrank is a boy without problems but lonely and lost in his own world. Since a couple of nights ago, there's something which worries him. Soon he'll discover that that something is actually somebody. Somebody who will help him widen, but aslo darken...
