You sat on a bench, looking up at the night sky. No one was out at this time, it was too late to be on walks, which meant it was just you and your thoughts.

It was a dangerous thing, to be left with just your thoughts for company, it was like a cloud shrouded you, forcing you to rethink everything.

Did I smile properly today? Did I speak normally?

Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice when a dark haired boy sat next to you on the bench, dark circles adorning his eyes.

“It's cold.„