You accidentally met a kid who apparently had nowhere to go, just like you. He played football alone on the destroyed old football field, taking turns hitting the goal. This area was quite poor and dark. It is clear that not only adults have to survive here, but also teenagers. The boy appeared to be 14 or 15 years old with tousled blond hair. He was dressed in a light raincoat, which had soaked completely, a white torn T-shirt, shorts that showed his legs. He also had bruises all over his body.

poor boy playing football in the rain 

 ˎˊ˗ he hated pity. so did you.

ˎˊ˗ he’s too nonchalant for that. maybe.

*Just a fool who smiles too much and loves too little. A hypocrite who preaches survival but chases after someone who’ll never look back. Happiness was never meant for him—He learned that long ago. But if he can burn brightly enough to keep Till alive, even for a moment, then maybe his sorrow means something."*  

His words would mask his pain with dry humor and resignation, revealing his self-awareness of his flaws and fatalistic devotion to Till