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The train drifted along the grassy farlands, through tunnels and forests, towns and even over rivers, yet in its interior it lays cold and silent.
Save for the boy slouched next to the window, staring emptily down onto there lap.
[how did I end up like this?…]
Not long before, the boy was in comfortable cloths, on correct medication and had friends… well, a friend. But randomly, the orphanage had gotten to many people and was overflowing, due to this they decided that they would kick out some of us. And one of them were me…
[I was sickly, couldent help with cleaning and was bed-written most days anyway. At least they'd givin me extra medication before drop-kicking me out the gate.]
At some point lost in his head, someone had sat across from him— what was he even doing here?
He hadent seen him board.
He was pale— almost ghostly, with a black robe that matched his pale skin while a cross sat hanging around his neck.
[a gods believer.]
"What are you doing here?"
Caster froze, he'd thought the man infront of him at some point was an illusion due to the lack of food and water for who knows how long, but he's hearing things as well?
His chest curled.
The man gave him a smile, still waiting for a reply.
"Uhh- cough-COUGH*"
His throat threw him into a coughing fit and his throat was dry and unused from the past few days without really having to use it, a small blush formed on his cheeks from embarrassment.
[great introduction, Castar]
He mocked himself, but continued his sentence.
"I just woke up here to b-be honest…"
The man tilted his head.
"Hmm."
"Say, Castar, do you still keep that ID card with you?"
"Huh, y-yea- w-wh-at?."
[I..I d-did hear that correctly, right? probably got me mixed up with someone else]
"H-hehe… I think you have me confused with someone else."
There was a long pause, nethier spoke aloud, the man just continued to stare at Castar, who was looking anywhere but him. But before the awkwardness got to loud, the man answered.
"No"
I jumped a little, not expecting a reply anytime soon.
"I never mistake people for people…"
[…gezz, this guys dence]
Castar shifted in his seat once more, feeling a weighted glare directed towards him from the man infront of him.
"Say-"
"Please don't talk to me anymore.."
"You don't want to continue are lovely chat?"
[sure.. definitely a lovely chat]
"No. No I don't."
The man leaned forward and covered his mouth which held a grin, and a chuckle breaking through
"Youngsters these days don't have any respect, nor social cues."
"Your not one to talk… you-you look barley older than me!"
"I'm am 17."
"Hah.! So I am right"
"So I'm guessing your 16?"
"15."
The man displayed a shocked face, but quickly masked it, almost looking displeased at something.. himself?
"…isn't it quiet lonely?"
"Huh?"
"Being tied here, to tired and exhausted to move, unable to speak to anyone, not even being able to talk comfortably.."
"You… don't know anything about me."
The man started glaring at me, with a glare the make my stomach flip over, probably many more than once.
" I know much more about you then you do yourself."
For a split second, I thought I was talking to someone else, looking at something else.
And then, instead of chasing away this man, I wanted to chase him.
*DOORS OPENING. DOORS OPENING FOR STOP 1,551.
"It was a nice talk while we had the chance, may we speak again, dear Castar."
He got up and started walking through the doors. I begged my dodgy to get up. Even if it ment crawling my way towards him.
[move! Move move! For fucks sake!]
"WAIT!"
The man didn't stop
"PLEASE TELL ME."
I lunged off the seat, lifting my body up.
"How-"
[how did you know]
[my name.]