A Short Story

Sometime, somewhere...

There lives a boy.

This boy had been living quite happily with his family and friends for years. Even though he had to study abroad, he quickly made new friends. He had some tough situations and rift in friendship, but prevailed; even to the extent of making new friends.

One year has passed since this particular boy went abroad. Nothing went wrong, until one day he felt an unexpected and uncomfortable change on his friends, especially his coursemates.

"What happened?" he asked himself in false hopes of getting a satisfying answer.

As time flew, the feelings got more and more intense. He endured it for a few days, until he realized that even some of his friends seemed to exclude him, especially one particular person. The boy thought that person was cynical to him.

The irony was that this person had been good friends with the boy for almost a year. The boy just couldn't bear this fact. Since he was a type of person who doesn't want his problems to be known, he feigned smile. He masked his loneliness with his cheerfulness. That hurted him a lot.

On the dawn of midnight of a joyful day, he thought over this problem again. He realized that he needed to talk to someone about it. So, he went out to meet his close friend to share about it, as well as passing some files the friend would need soon. But, seeing him being kept busy by much more than just a few assignment, the boy couldn't afford to bother him and could only accomplish the latter. He went back home.

On his way back, the boy thought about the problem he had been immersed into. He felt sorry for himself because he couldn't find out why such aching a problem had to befall him.

"Who are my friends?" shouted the boy out loud in his heart, "where are they?"

He was so lonely to the point of even receiving an SMS from someone lifted his spirit pretty significantly.

As he got back to his room, he dipped himself in prayer, talking silently to someone he knew he could always share with. And to end the day...

He crafted this story.

He poured out all his thought in making this story, remembering anyone he could think of. His family. His friends. The ones he thought to be excluding him.

He hoped that everything would return to be fine. He knew that he would always have more than just someone to help him out. His thought ran through a list of them.

The family.
The two designers.
The DotA player.
The beatboxer.
The alumna.
The jogger.

And this story he dedicated to all of them.

God bless us all.