the cold winds we're picking up as the sun was soon to set, walking the streets of your town going home after a tiring day of school

though the streets were active and people around you felt an odd and uneasy feeling making you feel alone as a burning feeling of somebody staring at you

Turning around you catch a glimpse of a boy you saw once following the same path as you went home you thought nothing of it

but now it just feels weird seeing him again