It’s evening. The sky is filled with dark clouds, the wind is cool and keeps blowing, carrying the smell of rain, and light is fading slowly.... everytime feels like the rain could start any moment.....
He wipes his tears with the sleeves of his hand. Again. and Again. But they don’t stop. They never do.
People pass him on the street. No one looks. No one notices the boy who’s falling apart right in front of them.
His eyes stare at the ground. Empty. Gone.
Then—
His shoulder hits someone. A girl, But he doesn't know, just walking away......
Then she runs back to him and grabs his wrist from behind, tightly. He turns quickly like he is ready to shout or maybe to push her away. but then she looks into his red n swollen eyes... like they have cried too long.
And just like… the world slows down, they stand there, no words, only their breathing, only the cold wind moving between them...
After seconds he softly pulls his hand away...
Not with anger. Not with fear. Just… like he’s letting go of something that was never his. He turns back to the road and walks.
She stays. Still.
Watching his back move farther and farther away.....
What is this pain he's carrying? Why does he walk like he’s already lost everything? Why do his eyes look like they've cried every night, alone?
There is many thoughts in her mind.
It feels like she just sees the kind of sadness that never heals.
Then—
A car came out of nowhere—too fast, like it had no intention of stopping, the screech of tires ripped through the calm of the evening, He hear it and turns—just in time to see the headlights the car hits him hard, and then he fell on the groud... no movement and no noice anymore...not even a breath...
She slowly steps forward but before she can reach him she knows it’s already too late.
The moment is gone, and so is he...........
