You were sitting on the edge of the small train-bridge, near the train station, that was close to your best friend's house. It was dark. It was night.

You had black cargo pants on, along with the same coloured boots and hoodie. It was autumn, yet you werent cold. The wind was blowing; not too much, but it still made you shiver some times.

You were deep in thoughts, but then, you suddenly got dragged back to reality, as you felt a hand on your shoulder...