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Slowly stepping back, Jimin let out a shaky breath. How could this happen? He asked himself and started to walk faster.
He glanced at the now lying trees and walked faster. His heart race picked up as he heard the nearing sound of a car.
The street was a few miles away, yet he heard everything so clear.
Gulping Jimin broke out into a run. Tears welled up his eyes, his vision starting to blur.
What is wrong with me?
Arriving home, he slipped out of his soaked jacket. Soon after he left the forest it started to heavily rain. He had stopped running which led to him now being wet.
His mother wasn't home yet, she was still working. As always. He thought while walking down the long hallway to his room.
Many thoughts flooded his mind — too many. What had he done? A picture of the broken plants and fallen trees crossed his mind as he closed the door to his room.
Yet again, he questioned what he had done. Where did this ability come from? And why did he get it? He'd gladly give it away if he only could. But he can't. He's tried, and failed.
Mentally and physically tired he slid down his door, still on his wet clothes.
There were no tears left to cry, and he didn't want to cry alone. He hated that. Yet he did it far too often.
He slipped the hood of his sweater over his head after stepping out of his house. It was the beginning of July, meaning it was hot. The sun was already shining as he walked down the street to school.
No single cloud was to be seen as he looked up to the sky. He was happy. At least for the moment.
He couldn't help but sigh, remembering the events that happened the day before.
He tried to avoid thinking about it as it stressed him more than usually. He got worked up over thoughts like this easily, but it was worse at the moment. He didn't know why he so suddenly became sensitive to the tiniest things.
It was annoying, nerve wracking, even.
And the worst: he could do absolutely nothing against it.
Because whenever he tried to just forget something bad would happen. Bad, as in headaches and feeling nauseous.
Jimin got pulled out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps in front of him. Huh? He always walked alone — no one ever used this way since it was a lot longer than other possible routes.
He looked up to meet eyes with a black haired boy. He was the same size as Jimin, which was unusual since he was very short for his age.
16 and the size of a 13 year old his mom liked to say.
The boy before him smiled a bit and waved at him. Jimin bit his lip and waved back. He was cute.
The boy blushed a bit and walked faster than before. Jimin broke out into a little smile, forgetting all about his dark thoughts.
When they arrived to school there wasn't that much of a distance between them anymore. They were basically next to each other by now.
Not that one of them minded. They hadn't talked on their way here, the short glances they threw each other were enough.
And Jimin liked that. The boy seemed to know when to be quite without even realizing.
Because Jimin liked the silence. And the other seemed to do so, too.
Had he found a friend?
