The black haired boy seemed to be entertained with whatever was going on on the small reflective screen. Days flew by each and every time the boy would seem satisfied and rather pleased with the messages. Occasionally the boy would laugh and smile at his screen. Other times his expression was grim and had seemed quite down. But as the days turned into months, it had seemed he no longer found a fondness and attachment to it. The peculiar sight of the boy gradually giving up and not caring anymore set off something in my heart: reprimand. I couldn't bring myself to accept whatever was happening, I was in denial. Hazy visions filled my mind in an unsettling way. Visions and glimpses of crying helplessly hung around my head. As I hallucinated I envisioned content scenes of joyful laughter which illuminated my head.
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