-If I'm so fucking great, why am I so fucking alone? He said.
The words came out of his mouth in two breaths, a sad grin on his washed out face, he looked down in the lake and stood motionless for a moment. Staring at the stars reflected in the still waters.
-What do you think? I said
He looked at me, his eyes crossed mine, fleeting, still uncomfortable about eyes. He looked at my hands and left out:
-I don't know how to approach the others. People. Looking back I see that I just worried all the time about everything that could go wrong with others and..
He looked up to me.
-Nowadays, I'm just numb.
-I get up in the afternoon, I see people discussing meaningless shit and I just curl up in the middle of my room because I am so fucking small and I can't accept that.
I pressed my arms around him, He shivered and continued
-We're microbes, all slightly different and all exactly the fucking same. We don't really matter.
I stroke his hair and lied him down on the grass, with my hand in his I spoke:
-And does it matters?
We were nothing together