Huff. Huff.

Beads of cold sweat made it's way down to the male's face, running down to his neck and under the head of his shirt. He leaned his back against the cold wall behind him, pressing the palm of his hand against his forehead as he tried to even out his breath. The tightness in his chest felt unbearable as it heaved up and down and lungs were begging for oxygen. He felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. The flashback of those piercing dark gazes and venomous words pierced his heart even more. It wasn't the first time that something like this occurred. He treated them all kindly, he shared whatever he has and help them out when they're in need. So why? Why does everyone treat him so bad? Why do they always turn their back on him? What has he ever done wrong? From that day onwards, he decided he will no longer trust anyone around him. He isolated and distanced himself from everyone.

No one notices him.
Everyone ignores him.
He's just like a ghost.

He likes it that way and he will keep it that way...Or will he...?