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 home. My legs are hurting so bad. If I knew I was going to walk 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 and stared at me. When
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