I just want to watch the birds

A logicality story.

Logan has been blind since the time he was eight. His parent's knew that he was to go blind eventually, because he complained so often about not being able to see things, even with his glasses on. Now all he can see is some color, and occasionally a shadow or two. Nine years later, he is starting his Senior year, and it's the same as every other day. Sitting in front of the computer, listening to his online teachers lesson. After he went blind, his parents thought it best that he take online classes instead of going to public school.
One day, instead of going online, like every day, and taking his class, he decides to take a walk down to the park, just down the street from his house. He use to go there when he was younger, and watch the birds fly by. He'd always be joined by another. A little boy with curly blond locks of hair, and a cat hoodie around his shoulders for those cold winter days in the mist of December.
He hasn't been there in years, and doesn't expect the boy to be there anymore, but you know what they say. History repeats itself.