A No-Name Story

      This is the story of a person who always tried his best. Was funny, charismatic, and tried to get friends. Even after all his effort, he always finished alone. Everyone went to their closest friends or groups, but the problem is that he didn't fit in no one. Always walking on that long road with no one.

      A little light appeared, and he got a best friend. But even with that, even when both were the same, she was too far from him. It didn't last much until she went away, he getting lonelier. In that road, before him, he met lots of other people, people he will not forget. He could see at the distance another road. A road to a strange place. A road that could change his life.

      Without knowing where it led, he took it, and entered into that strange place. He went into a building and saw everyone he loved, everyone he knew. Saw the people he wouldn't forget as he travelled through the lobby and into a hallway. After he went all the way in and turned left into a room, he saw everything he lost, the names of every people he wanted to know. He headed to a seat, and there he realized everything he had. Realized his dusty and mouldy weapon used to defend himself, his no-name folder he used to cover his feelings and lie to everyone, and his heavy bag he had on his back, where was all the weight of his suffering he had on all the road.

He was no one, never was. Didn't cared for his family, parents, sisters, but tried desperately to have a friend. To have someone to help him. Sadly that road he choosed didn't had a way out.