Boy woke up with a splitting headache. He didn't remember how long he had passed out for. The only thing he remembered was the aimlessness he felt when he was running.
He took in his surroundings. He was alone; he woke up next to a stream of fresh running water. He wasn't afraid of being alone. After all, he had been alone for so long. The sense of loneliness was not something easy to get used to. Maybe if he had never known what it was like to be with people, he would never know how it felt like to be without. He cursed no one, his heart sighed a heavy sigh of defeat. He accepted the cards fate had dealt him with, wishing only that there was a way to improve his current situation.
But there seemed to be none. He hoped against hope that someone will be there for him to let him cry on, to let him know that he wasn't alone. But who could there be? In a place where the rule of thumb is the survival of the fittest, who would it be? There didn't seem to be an answer.
Clearing his head a little, he felt different. There was something different about him, he felt it. Not the air, not the surroundings. But deep down, he knew that there was something different about himself.
He took in his surroundings. He was alone; he woke up next to a stream of fresh running water. He wasn't afraid of being alone. After all, he had been alone for so long. The sense of loneliness was not something easy to get used to. Maybe if he had never known what it was like to be with people, he would never know how it felt like to be without. He cursed no one, his heart sighed a heavy sigh of defeat. He accepted the cards fate had dealt him with, wishing only that there was a way to improve his current situation.
But there seemed to be none. He hoped against hope that someone will be there for him to let him cry on, to let him know that he wasn't alone. But who could there be? In a place where the rule of thumb is the survival of the fittest, who would it be? There didn't seem to be an answer.
Clearing his head a little, he felt different. There was something different about him, he felt it. Not the air, not the surroundings. But deep down, he knew that there was something different about himself.
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