"Dion," I called for him as we are on our way back to my home after a tiring day at his favorite net cafe, walking slowly with our hands clamped against each other tightly.
"Hmm?" He answered, keeping his eyes locked in front of us. He is probably admiring how the setting sun veiled across the town that made an orange tint everywhere but all I see around us were groups of golden lights that are supposed to be the people passing by as well as distorted buildings. If I would describe the area even more accurately, it looked like an unfinished painting with the edges blurred and erased.
"Do you know the flower festival that is going to happen tomorrow?" I tried to smile and suppress my tears but I kept getting too emotional so I constantly turn away to wipe my tears, fortunately, Dion was t
