devon bostick

it was a chill autumn night, 23pm. the stars was glowing above, but they're almost invisible... among apartment buildings, he was walking slowly, with a bottle of vodka in his hand and tears glistening in his eyes. he was alone. too lonely. all his friends one by one have dumped him. he wasn't crying loudly, but tears kept welling up. he doesn't think where he's going, he just doesn't want to be alone anymore. after walking through the park, he stopped in front of the bench under the dim light of a street lamp. there was you sitting on it. he was looking at you silently for a long moment before saying with a hoarse voice: "wanna some?"