It was nighttime, and the sky was glowing a slight gray from the horizon as it dimly illuminated the clouds, the wind roared and the rain poured. There was a small mansion on a field surrounded by pine trees, it had a modern architecture and was long and curved; in a large room of the mansion there was a boy sitting in his soft bed, he was writing down in his journal. The boy was quite short for being a young adult, he had orange wavy hair on his head and tail, and freckles specked on his fair skin, he was wearing a red turtleneck and long pants made with some soft fabric. He was doodling a bit in his journal, sketching a boy he met while exploring the city the day before. He drew a few more lines and looked back, it was him, it's really him, he rolled over while hugging the book.
"I wish i could be with you someday..." he said.
Yesterday, he was walking along in the city not too far from his home,
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