Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

The sound of the water faucet echoed in the room.

A boy, not even in his teens yet, sat on a bed right across from the dripping sink.

The room was desolate. The bars were cold. His eyes, cloudy.

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Lying down surrounded by flowers, a young boy took a deep breath, enjoying the different smells that came along with it.

Not even enough time for another breath to pass by though did the young man suddenly sit up and do his best to familiarize himself with his surroundings. If anything, the past couple of years have taught him that this was the best thing to do in situations like this. He was on top of a small hill. On a flower bed just big enough for about 4 people to lay on.

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His face paled.

Slowly, turning his neck to look behind him, he saw what he was dreading to see.

‘Sister.’

The stone was anything but exquisite. It was the type of stone that could probably be found on the side of the road, and it had messy carving engraved into it. The most prominent one that stood out… “I’m sorry.” He had whispered. So light, that if there was any kind of conflicting noise in the background, a normal person sitting right next to him would have been hard-pressed to hear. Unfortunately, the world was silent.

Tears started flow, and his knees grew weak.

‘It could have been anything, anywhere else.’ He said in his mind, hoping that someone out there would hear and grant his wish. There was no answer.

The world around him started to slowly tear itself apart. Soundlessly, the ground beneath him split. Without any warning, the colors started to drain. The boy paid no attention to it, as he had none to spare. Thoughts, ideas, and memories flashed by his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel just as lost and alone as he did when everything was actually happening.

Drip.

Drop.

Drip.

Drop.

‘Ah... I’m back…’