To many things happen during the day. To much talking, interacting, events, drama; so chaotic. So I decide to stretch out my legs at night.
I walked passed my favorite candy shop. I stopped in front of the window to peek at the shelves that were stocked with sweets. What I would've done to get my hands on them. But morals are important... to some extent.
I signed deeply and continued the route I always take. Then I halted in front of a house. I was interested in the boy
He was alone and quiet. I need to know how he doesn't. How he doesn't get attention. I don't like attention.
People follow me all the time using me for there advantage. No one truly wants me. They use me till I burn out, then realize I'm not that special, and they leave me alone and deprived. They let me go when I don't light up anymore. When I'm better they come back. Continuous cycle.
But the boy in the big house doesn't have to worry about that.
He doesn't need anything.