He walked to the boy under the umbrella…

The sidewalk was made of huge blocks of cement, and nothing else.

Expensive cars parked in front of each house, and the houses that had no car by their door… it meant their garage was big enough to hold three or four cars…

The boy under the umbrella wasn't any different. Their black saloon was long and wide. It had the heart brand mark of Heartpro… even the six year old Davish knew that these cars were amazing.

Davish sat on the step the boy used.

"Is it your firat day out?"

The boy trembled and slowly raised his umbrella. He was blond, green eyed, pink cheeked and slender…

"Are you foreign?" Davish asked, taken by how beautiful the boy was.

His blond hair was short and uncombed… but it was hard to think it was messy. It was like flames, so irregula in shape but so smooth when moved.

"My mother is Symerian and my father is Imranian," said the boy, his long blond eyelashes gliding down seductively.

Davish couldn't help asking if the this boy was actually not a boy, but the beautiful boy laughed and told him no…

"I'm just half blood. But both of my parents speak Tamara."

Their language was Tamara. All the countries that spoke Tamara lived under the Tamarian union.

The boy's smile poured warmth into Davish. He couldn't help his cheeks not getting red, he couldn't help acting all confident in front of such a feminian being.

He cracked jokes, explained how good he was in video games and even how rich his family was.

He wanted to be his friend… desperately.

But he forgot to ask about his name.

"By the way, my name is alune."

"Mine is Davish-"

"Davish Tha.rune," said alune, his healthy red lips exposing shining teeth of a smile. "Your voice was loud, firm and confident… you looked great."

Davish face pinked up, "you are the first girl I had seen."

"I'm a boy."

"I know, but you look juat like a girl so I can't accept that."

"It's the will of god."

Everything was written, nothing was to be improvised, what the god had blessed upon his creations had originally been blessed for their lives beforehand.

But Davish… was a little unconvinced…

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"Maybe God got tired of writing our future and let us do what we really want to do."

"Don't talk like that. You will get cancer."

"Cancer?" Davish creased one eylid puzzled.

"If you talk disrepectively about god, you will get cancer. If you don't follow you parents order you will get cancer."

Davish narrowed his eyes trying to process it and then asked a curious question, "who told you that?"

"My parents."

"Maybe they lied to you."

"If they lied they will get cancer."

Davish stared at the beautiful boy silently. Maybe, he shouldn't really ask too much about that topic, after all the boy's pitch had just increased a little. He chose to ask him another curious question.

"Why are you using an umbrella. The weather is good. It's not raining and… and isn't it heavy?"

"Well." Alune looked at his umbrella. "The direct sun causes cancer..."

The boy was traumatized.

Davish asked why was alune so scared of cancer and alune told him that his father died of cancer, his youngest uncle as well… because they weren't good people. Cancer would always come to people who didn't take orders.

Alune had to not spend long hours out, because if he stayed late at night cancer would find its way in him and if he spent too little time out, cancer would always jump and take control.

His mother and the uncle taking care of him told him that cancer's worst environment was sobriety.

If he didn't take anything too severe or too light he should be a good man who will always stay healthy.

And Davish couldn't understand…

After all, to those criteria… he was never in the safe side…

For example..

"I don't have an umbrella, will I get cancer."

"You will..."

Davish stayed silent. He shifted his gaze toward the sun and tried desperately not to close his eyes…

But Alune covered them.

"What are you doing! You will get cancer."

"My grandma told me that I was like her late husband… Uncaring but good… she had cancer and she told me that she spent a very beautiful life… that's why I was happy when she died."

His grandma was the positive type. Whenever he met her she smiled… she died a few months ago… and he was happy that she graduated life with the best life possible…

He missed her, but wasn't greedy enough to have her live another day that might for any particular reason turn her satisfied life upside down.

"It doesn't matter to have cancer if you enjoy your life," Davish said, wishing for his perspective to reach Alune, but instead, Alune instantly answered,

"Your grandma must have been a bad person."

"I see..." He gave it up.

Davish stared at the street. Both teams completed their numbers and started playing. There was no refree and after a few minutes one kid shouted that there was no time limit, the only time limit was their stamina…

The kids were laughing and shouting and he felt good when he remembered the smile his grandma had on her dead face… everything was normal and fine, everything should be normal and fine...

But…

But…

Something didn't look good…

Something within his chest was shrinking, as if there was something wrong… and he didn't know what it was.

He looked at Alune, he was staring at the street with his hand clenching on the umbrella stick.

He looked at the sidewalk… no one was there.

In this neighborhood… for just a brief moment, everything felt quiet, everything felt lonely and hopeless… Everything was suddenly saddening. His heart ached and stomach growled…

It was depression, so sad, so bad depression.

And amidst the depressing atmosphere, Davish heard a flapping sound.

He raised his chin and looked at one of the power silks that hanged from pole to pole…

It was noon, yet a bat landed on the silk…

It looked at the kids, then at him, then released its red lips out of its mouth… and as if its mouth edges tore, its sharp teeth appeared ear to ear in the most dreading smile…

…..

Something was wrong.