It was 9 pm when I went out of the hospital. I waited for James to arrive but he didn't so I am walking to home. My legs are hurting so bad. If I knew I was going to walk to home, I would have worn my nick shoes not this one. I was walking slowly. I didn't care if he was going to get angry or not cause if he arrived I may be home by now but no. Ugh, why am I behaving like this? Like for sure I have walked to home all my life but my home was 30 minutes away from the hospital, not 1 hour. I was crossing the street when I saw him. He was wearing blue short trousers and a white shirt with short sleeves and a black cap on his head. He was sitting at the floor, his knees pulled to his chin. He looked around twice before he put his head down. Was he lost? As I crossed the street, I headed his way. When I was near him, I bent on my knees and called him softly. "Hunter, " He picked his head
Huling Na-update : 2020-11-10
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