After some days, I found myself at home, alone, while the rest of the kids from my class were out enjoying themselves. It was the school picnic day.
I didn't go.
So, there I was, moping about it, sitting on the couch and staring at the ceiling, thinking about how they were probably having fun while I was stuck here. But then I told myself, Screw them. I'm also enjoying my day off, like some office guy chilling on the weekend.
I flipped on the TV, grabbed some snacks, and started watching Pokémon. It felt good at first—just me, my snacks, and Ash Ketchum. But deep down, I knew it wasn't true. I wasn't enjoying anything. I was just fooling myself.
The boredom crept in like an unwelcome guest. I don't know why, but that day felt especially dull. So, I grabbed my bike, called my little brother, and decided to hit the road.
We rode together, him sitting on the back seat, as I pedaled us out of town. Like I told you before, there's a forest near our hometown—a quiet, peaceful place. Perfect for someone like me who hates the noise and chaos of city life. No crowds, no shouting, just the sound of the wind and birds.
The cool breeze brushed against us as we rode through the winding paths. My brother held onto me, laughing as we sped up and slowed down. The natural scenery—tall trees, the smell of leaves, and the fading sunlight—felt like a different world altogether. For a while, I almost forgot about the picnic.
After a while, we headed back home. Back to the same old routine. We watched Pokémon together until dinner, laughing at Team Rocket's antics like nothing else in the world mattered.
But when night fell and I was lying in bed, everything came crashing down.
I regretted it.
Not taking the chance. Not going to the picnic. Not being there with them. I couldn't stop thinking about what they were doing—how they must've laughed, played, and made memories while I stayed behind, pretending I didn't care.
It felt… heavy. Like a weight pressing down on my chest.
And yet, eventually, I fell asleep, still tangled in those thoughts.