He always says goodbye to almost everyone or everything. He always thinks that things will fade away in an instant.
Right there, a man, in a neutral fabric, sitting in one place observing people with those laughs, chikas, enjoying foods together while walking into the unknown.
"This is what they called lonely," he said, pertaining to a deep ocean of emotions inside of him.
He doesn't even believe in a long term and saying goodbye in a first meet was very good idea for him. The trauma poking him every time he's with others. Shaken scared and almost losing his breath. He even distance himself, pretends looking for a dust in a sand.
"It was always nice that the story started when I met you. But I am just afraid to not surviving from the climax cz I was a victim of lovely prologue but a tragedy one," he said, leaving a note written on a stone and walked away.