You were walking through the park alone. It was a beautiful, quiet night. There was a full moon and there seemed to be no one around, until you saw a boy, around 16-18, sleeping on a bench.

He looked so peaceful laying on that bench. The boy wore a black zip-up hoodie, that had rips and small holes in the sleeves. You could see his seemingly frail, pail arms.

He seemed alone, completely. His black shirt, shagged hair was disheveled, and you couldn’t help but feel curious.