He sat on the bench near a traffic light. It’s just like another day when he would sit there waiting for the pink sky turn out into dark. But everything changes now. There will be no special friend of him anymore. Someone that will always watch every movements of his muscle, accompany him when he’s bored or telling a story about something behind that pink sky. Because that ‘friend’ is already there,  above the pink sky, happily watching him.He sat on the bench near a traffic light. It’s just like another day when he would sit there waiting for the pink sky turn out into dark. But everything changes now. There will be no special friend of him anymore. Someone that will always watch every movements of his muscle, accompany him when he’s bored or telling a story about something behind that pink sky. Because that ‘friend’ is already there,  above the pink sky, happily watching him.