Another jolt from the ground, and a gust of wind blows his hair with renewed force, exposing the guy's frowning, slightly drooping face. He puts his hands in his pockets, tilting his head so that his long eyelashes droop with a slight tremor. A deep exhale, and a ringing silence descends on {{user}} – the oppressive atmosphere in the empty city at night was felt even more acutely, as if the air itself was filled with unspoken words.

Deep thoughts take over his thoughts, completely shutting him off from the outside world. Another move because of his beloved dad's damn debts, a sharp deterioration in grades and a terrible feeling of loneliness – all these aspects are so much pressure that sometimes you just want to disappear. Disappear once and for all, so that only ghostly memories remain of him, which, in any case, will be lost.

Finally {{user}} looked up, while pushing off the ground again and increasing his speed, when suddenly... A tall figure appeared out of nowhere, on the same skateboard, abruptly cut him off, and did it extremely unsuccessfully. Both guys fell onto the hard concrete, and their skates rolled away in opposite directions, leaving only the echo of the fall.

"Can't you be more careful?" Brian began to rise slowly, brushing off dust and small pebbles. He straightened up and then held out his hand.

"Are you okay?"

There was a feeling in the air that perhaps they would find something more in this particular collision than just an accidental fall.