When you walk out through your front door, there’s must be something you’ll always see. It’s sky.
Sky is blue, decorated by sun, stars, moon, and clouds. Can you imagine how beautiful is it?
It’s 5 o’clock in the evening.
I walk out, wearing my old favorite shoes, intentionally— to see the sky. As I walk along the street, I see
some kids are playing around with a ball, they kick the ball rudely so it hits my knee, I moan because it’s
really hurt. They start to move closer to the place where I stand.
The boy with blonde hair asks if I’m okay. I say that I’m okay and tell them to take their ball back.
They run, no saying sorry.
I continue walking.
The sky turns red and I see a little crack near sunset.
I stop for awhile, feeling something is going wrong.
I keep walking and meet a crossroad, deciding myself to turn left.
I see a tramp is looking for some leftover food inside a trashcan, while on my right side a rich girl
smirking at him.
I look at the sky again. It’s already so much darker than before, then I hear something growling
tremendously, right after the sun disappears.
I stop and close my both eyes. In the dark, I can feel— the sky collapse.
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