It was dark and slightly cold, I was hugging myself in an attempt to keep myself warm while chatting with some friends before hitting the road, I turned around not aware where my eyes were landing, a red round car caught my attention I studied the driver, it was him. He was talking and sharing a smile with the guy beside him, it surprised me he wasn't wearing the same dark navy blue hoodie he used to wear, does this mean he's better now? it has been so long since I've last seen him, I wanted so bad to say hi and ask him how has he been, is he still broken and nothing catches his attention? is it still too hard for him to get out of bed and meet people who talk endlessly while he is standing silently? is it still too hard to concentrate? does he smile more now? does he mean it? by the time I was back to my senses the car was already gone and this, was the last time I've seen him.

-Farewell to another him