most days
It was a normal day. It was a day like my most days. I was walking down the road I have always walked. My classes were done for that day and there was still sunlight left to take me home. So I was not rushing, I was just walking. One of my headphones was hanging off my shoulder since I wanted to hear my surroundings. Ambre from Nils Frahm was playing, calming my breathing. I didn’t understand why this pool of people were here. They never were for the 21 years of my life. Then something happened. Something that was out of my normal. That pool of people were looking somewhere. I did something I normally wouldn’t do ; I joined the crowd and looked what they were looking at. After my eyes saw what everyone was looking at, I corrected myself. They were not looking somewhere, they were looking at someone. A boy, to be more specific. Maybe around my age, maybe younger. I couldn’t see the details. He was laying down. On top of a building roof that...