AB-18

The isolated boy was standing at the top of the hill in the dark starry night. He could feel the wind tugging at every strand of his shiny, black hair out of his natural, young face. He slowly put his long, skinny arms out to make the false reality that he was soaring through this very beautiful night.

All this boy wanted was to have freedom; to see everything he ever wanted; to experience the average day but of course, a boy like him, couldn't do that.

This boy, this small, fragile boy wanted nothing more than to do what others can; what others do all the time. He wanted nothing more than to be able to fly out of his misery and land in a perfect world that he imagined. A world where he was free to just-

Breathe!

All this 13-year-old boy wanted was to not have the curse of the virus...