You ripped the IV drips on your hands and then took a small walk up to the window, the daily task that you're always capable to do. The colors were slowly fading in to the night, the way that the trees appear to look so lonely, the way that it made you wonder what was outside your room.

It took you years to get out from it. The way that your feet kisses the damp grasses on the ground, the way you tried to dance in to the swing of the trees, the last time you felt freedom before they took you inside that room, the only thing that was there was the machine that supports you to live and the noisy ticking of the clock across your light brown colored wall.

You sat down in the wooden window frame, stare at the beautiful view ahead of you. The sky was so calm yet it bothers you. Why do you have to just sit there and appreciate it's beauty at night inside the lonely four cornered walls?

You silently get up and put all of your pillows inside a blanket, you started to creep out from the windows, just in a slow pace so that nobody would notice that you're not inside your bedroom.

"Wo-woah!" You almost tripped down from the window and you just don't know why you landed on a soft type of something.

"What?" You asked as you met the eyes of who caught you, you just cleared your throat and apologized him.

"I'm so sorry for being so cack-handed I just don't notice you going there or my feet slipping off the ground." You smiled, the boy stood up and looked at you. He smiled and stood you up, you accepted it so he pulled you up carefully.

"Hey, I haven't seen you around," he said making hand gestures. "Are you new here?" He courteously asked as he took a step away as you soon followed him.

"Well, it's kind of a long story though." You said as you stare at the sky up high, he smiled.

"Well, I've got plenty of time," he said as he stopped walking, just cherishing the view as much as you do.

"I'm sorry but you know, you're just a stranger and the thing is really private." You said as you started to gaze at the bench near that oak tree just a little less far from your house.

"Well then, I'm Patrick Stumph," he said as he started to give his hands to you, irrelevant to the idea of making friends with anyone, you're just staring at his hands.

"What should I do?" You asked him, he just chuckled hard. You rolled your eyes and took a seat on the bench, where you just have nostalgic memories since you were 5 years old.

"You know, you're kind off from the society aren't you? If not, I ain't gonna believe that you just refused to shake your hands on me. I ain't bad boy, just jackass looking though," he chuckled as he sat down, which you glared at him.

"What?!" Patrick asked, you still don't let your eyes leave him. He's so confused.

"You're not caught by my eyes don't you?" You rigorously asked him as he just shrug, you rolled your eyes and started to put your hands together.

"I don't share this seat to you. Can't you see it in my eyes or you're just blind?" You sassed, Patrick immediately stood up because of something just told him to stand up because of you.

"If..." you murmured as you just stare at your foot who wears definitely nothing, the coldness wrapped around your body and started to invade your body that causing you to wriggle against the cold temperature. As Patrick noticed, he started to take off his scarf and wrap it around your shoulders.

"You're a rebel aren't ya? You're mindless about your surroundings. Next time if you sneak out of your window, go bring here something to cover yourself from cold temperature." Patrick said as he started to turn around, ready to leave.

"Uhm.." you spat.

"Can we meet each other again tomorrow?" You asked him, he just smiled and held his both thumbs up, you felt warmth in your palms. Your face get a little bit red and your body feels a weird sensation. But you like it anyways.

To be continued!