The next day comes along. I walk along the same road at the same time. Alone. I sit on the same old wooden bench. I take out my notebook, and drawing the same thing again.
"Hi." I hear you again.
I look up at you, and quickly look back down.
"Still not going to talk?"
I shrugged.
"Why are you drawing the same thing again?"
I shrugged.
"Alright then."
We sat in silence for a good 5 minutes before you speak again.
"Well I have to go home early today. I have somewhere to be. I'll see you later."
Once you get up, I look at you walk away until you are no longer in sight.
