you sat at the bus stop late in the evening, when the buses no longer run, and waited for a miracle. It’s pitch dark outside, the lantern barely illuminates the stop with dim light. you feel someone put a hand on your shoulder. turning around, you saw a thin, tall guy with green wavy hair, freckles on his face and brown, eternally sad eyes. "Do you have a flashlight?" the guy asked in a hoarse voice, removing his hand from your shoulder, seeing that he scared you a little.