"Blonde boy...? You mean Shaka?" The 12 years old, Linda, asked as she poured imaginary tea into your cup.

"Yeah, him. He's always alone and meditating, he looks lonely... why is he like that?" 11 years old you asked, that curious concerned tone usual of a child.

"I don't know, he's a bit weird tho. I never talked with him." Nikka, another 11 years old, shrugged, sipping her toy cup.

03/22th/197×, 09:22. Somewhere in India.

You've been paying more close attention to the blonde boy, you didn't know why, but he always looked lonely in your eyes. Being alone, meditating all day didn't sound nice.

One of these days, you took courage to aproach him. Holding a flower crown you had made with some Lillies, you sneaked inside the shrine he usually stayed.

You aproached very quietly, even so, he raised a brow.

"What do you want?" The 13 years old asked, not oppening his eyes. He didn't bother to know who it was, but he surely did not expect a girl.