Days have gone by. Maybe months. The sense of time is starting to go away. The days are feeling similar. It is almost as if he was a part of a big machine. Or, an existence that was programmed to be one way or, perform some task. Those were the thoughts that he had in mind at that moment. The lights were off, and everything were dark in his room. He was seeing the desk and chair in his room. As the light coming from his room's window was only reaching to those things in his room. He was having a self reflection in that quite night. It is the one of the things that his parents taught him and it became a habit for him.
The sun rise in the morning, and it was a beautiful sunny day. He woke up. Could not tell the exact time he fell asleep. But, he remembers that he dreamt about following a couple. He tried to reach to them. But, he was walking the same speed and they could not stop. He could not fight the thought that those were his parents and he wanted to a few seconds with them to catch up. Or, just a proper goodbye. The only words that were in his mind that morning was, if they could just wait. Wait, for just a moment... The mother closed the book and told her teenage son, and that was the story of the old man.
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