Lost soul

A 17 years old boy was lost in his memories and had no sense of what was happening around him. He is so calm, shoulders down, eyes barely open, watching the beautiful world move further away from him. He picked his side and don't want any interference. A little drop of tears slide from his chin to the floor of the bus, he is crying and trying hard to hold his calmness. The outside world is very peaceful and the environment inside is quiet and peaceful too but inside him something dying with every bit of the tears. You can easily hear the sound of the breaking hearts that he tried hard to hold together. His dress was torn and dusty like he is sleeping somewhere on the road or station. He holding a diary very tightly, I suppose that diary is very important to him. You can hear his deep and trembling breathing, he is holding his emotions very tightly.

He has two sacks of things, maybe his clothes or something. His parents were upset with him because he don't want to be someone that they forced him to be. So, his parents throw him away and he moves away from them with a stoned heart and emotionless motions. He wants to look back to see his mother's and father's faces for the last time but he can't. He doesn't have extra clothes to wear, doesn't have money to eat, and doesn't place to sleep. Somewhere in his heart don't want to give up on his dreams and he said with passion " If I can't walk, I will crawl but I can't stop dreaming cause dreaming isn't a crime ". I said, " Sometimes those we love the most, hurt the most. " Those two sacks have his broken heart and memories with his parents.