There is a man, standing on the edge of the curb. He is lost in thought, desperately looking at the lamp post on his side as if it holds all the answers to life's most prominent questions. His hands are stuffed deep into the pockets of his large hoodie, and his face, framed by two sides of shoulder-length black wavy locks, is hidden behind a thick beard, a black cap casting a shadow on his forehead. He gives off a mysterious vibe, but he doesn't look so out of place in this big city. Hobos are all the rage, and he sure looks like one.
He is soon joined by another man, whose sight lands on the lamp post. The second man sighs. "Man, if that isn't the saddest story I've ever heard. This guy was successful and talented, and now he's just... gone. I bet fame killed him." He shakes his head, giving one last look at the missing person poster taped to the lamp post, not even glancing at his neighbour, before continuing his stroll, leaving the first man to his contemplation.
As he watches the other go, the man gives a faint smirk, focusing his gaze back to the poster.
Who knew disappearing would be so easy?
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The Run
FanfictionJosh has never been alone. He has been lonely sometimes, but there was always someone he could reach out to. His parents. His brother and sisters. His closest friends. Or most importantly, his best friend Tyler. But none of them are here anymore, fo...
