Jason laid his head on his hand. Picture after picture he checked but couldn't find someone who clicked to his as the author.
He flipped the next page and placed his hand on the book. He was too tired to look up and check the pictures on the page, his hand landed on Davy's photo.
Davy looked at his watch to check the time. He glanced at the year book and saw a glimpse of himself, at least what he used to look like before he went abroad.
He glanced at Jason and realized that the older male didn't even look at the picture. It made him truly sad. It was as though, he wasn't even important for the man to glance at.
"Since that is the case then don't blame for stopping to care," he uttered.
Jason blinked hearing his voice. His words were strange to him and he didn't understand why the boy said that.
