Boring grey walls. Boring white ceiling. Boring wooden floor. Boring furniture. Everything in their house was boring, had no personality, no creativeness, and most of all just looked lifeless. No matter what time it was, their home would always be quiet. It could be morning, afternoon, or the late evening, but except for the lighting, nothing else seems to change inside this house. He would like to say that it wasn’t always like this. He used to be a very loud boy back when he was younger. Now he’s 20 and way quieter than before because he realized that no matter how loud he may scream, it could never fill up this whole house. The sound could never stay for long. It would always become quiet again afterward. Kei likes to play the guitar, but only when he’s with his cousins. He doesn’t enjoy playing when he’s alone. His mother used to sing along back when he still played inside their house. But that would make him realize that he’s been playing sad songs all along and he didn’t want that. Kei takes the coffee that his mother left on the kitchen counter and takes a sip. It tastes boring. Through the big sliding door that also functions as a window and leads to the backyard, he could see his mother lying on the grass. “Maybe I’ll mow the lawn next week.”, he mumbles to himself. He drinks the rest of his coffee and leaves the mug on the counter. Then he walks up to the sliding door and opens it. “I’m going over to aunt Cana’s!”. His mother closes her eyes and answers with: “Please do not forget to tell me if you’re staying over this time.” He did not forget to tell her the last time. He just wanted to see if she’d care when he stopped reporting these kinds of things. He gave her a big smile “I won’t!” and she smiled back.

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