Driving with one hand on the steer and another on his half-eaten Crunch, he cant help but to notice how beautiful the sky was. He's always amazed by it.
He turned his attention to the drawings on his left hand.
It's nothing much, really. But it feels warm :)

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He walked as fast as he could back to the school after the session in hospital ended.
She came from behind and caught up with him, poking him in the waist with her finger.
"You did well," she said, smiling innocently.
He felt himself tremble as the words reach the darkest corner of his heart, as the words rammed their way through the dam.


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She came up to his room and sat on his bed despite his protest.
Stripping him of the only things that made him feel secured.
He hated that.
Really.
He hated that like crazy.


But he knows that she cares.

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He told her he doesn't want to come along.
She yelled at him over the phone, not in anger, but the words were spoken in so much tenderness it almost made him tear.

"Okay, fine," he said. Smiling.


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He asked him, "you okay, bro?"
"Yeah. You?"
"Yup."
No further questions were asked.
Although obviously they both were not.
That's how guys communicate. Sometimes.

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"Do you want to go uni?"
"Lazy."
"I'll drive."

He grabbed his bag and left the empty house.

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They kept him going, one day after another after the incident.


p.s - in love with this song.