His home away from home.

That’s what you were to him. All of those late nights spent together, wishing to fly far from here. The childish dreams to go to the moon and sell its cheese.

He wants to go back.

But as he holds the letters you’ve sent to him, the ones he’s stopped replying to… he just can’t.

All of the memories of childhood love, mixed with hatred from peers makes a blur.

His hand is shaky while gripping the pen. His mind has been up. Now 3AM as he sits in his hospital bed.