I walked this way from school everyday. I took this same path with familiarity.

Seeing the same faces and the same images.

I saw the same women walking with their children; bright smiles on their faces as they played.

A small smile slid onto my face.

The same teenage girl walking her dog.

The same flourishing flowers basking in the sun.

It was all similar to the days before.

Although one face I knew very well.

He silently walked past me. A cold breeze simultaneously brushing my shoulder. His dark black hair shifted in the wind falling slightly in his eyes. He pushed back his hair with his hands concealed by dark blue winter gloves.

The same ones he wore everyday.

It made no sense to me how he could wear them when it was sunny like today, but its not like he cared. He and his brothers cared about nothing and no one.

That is why everyday I couldn't help, but watch the mysterious boy as he walked down the opposite end of the path I took. This day though as I studied his looming figure from where I stood my feet began to mindlessly follow him with staggering footsteps.

Would he hear me? Would he hear as the fallen leaves snapped under my feet?

No he wouldn't, at least that's what I told myself.

I halted behind a nearby tree as he knelt down. My breath came out shallow as I imagined what could happen to me if he found I had been following him. I cringed at my vast amount of thoughts.

Why does my imagination have to be so big?

As I looked over my shoulder I saw the teenage girl's dog running towards him. For the first time I saw a smile shine brightly on his usual lifeless face. Was this compassion I was seeing from him? It may have been the most astounding thing I had ever seen in my entire life.

At least it was until he took off his glove and petted the furry dog.

The moment his fingers made contact with the dog all life was drained from the poor thing and its body collapsed to the ground.

He stood roughly as he shoved back on his glove with a tormented expression. His face turned to the side and I was in so much shock that instead of running away like a mad woman I just stood there staring at the dog's lifeless body.

"What are you doing here?" I gazed up and found myself staring into his stone edged eyes that held a hint of panic.

Fear shot through me as my palms broke out into a cold sweat. I ran away as fast as I could before he could do the same thing to me as he did to the dog.

Yang Yoseob.

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