... I turned quickly and I was shocked to see the strange fellow following me.
He was a tall guy, dark and long hair, pretty strange as appearance. Just asked me if I knew where the library is. Library? At this time in the night?!
This seemed odd to me, but who was I to question it.
He might be one of the night owls who like to read on the moonlight.
He turned them back to the underground station and left me behind.
I knew it was a lonely nights night for both of us and I started to feel sorry for him. Or for me. I didn't knew anymore.
I had a bad day that day, as my best friend left the city with his parents. He moved for good. All the funny nights we've spent together were gone. No more music, no more skating.
I felt sorry about myself. He was my best friend...
