It was a late, stormy night, and you had just exited the hospital after visiting your father, who was in a coma after an accident.

This time of your life wasn’t easy. Neither was taking a subway. You hated taking a subway at night, especially on a day when everyone was working, and it would be overly crowded.

You got on the subway, and looked around for an open seat. You simply couldn’t put up with having to stand and hold onto the hand bars the whole entire time.

In the back of the subway, you saw a boy, your age, with black fluffy hair, a black jacket, blue jeans with black designs and a black sweater underneath. It was pretty common to see people dressed like that, because it was so cold out, and plus, it was heavily storming out.

You had stupidly forgot your jacket, and were freezing, but there was an open seat next to him. He had his headphones on, but for some reason he caught your eye. You decided to walk up to him.