For the very first time, there I see someone with the same pains as me, having done this time and time again, he wore his hair in a ponytail.
"I just want to stop the scars that grow, everytime that I go home. That's why I come up here instead." The boy with ponytail said. Woah, wait a minute, what did I just say? I couldn't care less either way. But, in the moment I just screamed, something I did not believe.
"Hey! Don't do it... please." I shout. I break down. Oh, what do I do? I can't stop this guy. This is new, for once I think, I have bitten off more than I can chew. But even so, please just go away so I can't see. Your pitiful expression is just too much for me.
"I guess today is just not my day." He looked away from me then he disappeared.
