My eyes were screened by my own salty tears. I gripped my windbreaker around my shivering form. I walked along a path that I had known for years. I had brought only few down this way. That including my friend Evy and of course him. I shied away from the name as I sat down on a rotting log. The green leaves up ahead swayed every once and a while as a soft wind blew silenly past. I could hear the river faintly a couple yards away.
“You are sad, yes?” I suddenly looked up hearing a low voice. There in front of me stood a golden haired boy, about my height, with hair that was cropped closely against his head. I wiped my eyes quickly before standing up. Who was he?
“What do you care?” I retoted. The stranger shrugged.
“I heard you crying,” he spoke softly. I looked down, not wanting to talk to some blond boy who walks into forests when hearing crying.