For a whole week, Leon waited for the familiar silhouette of his blue-eyed friend to show up, surprising him with a big and playful grin plastered on his face.
As more days passed by without ever catching a glimpse of his scrawny dark-haired friend, Leon's worries for his well-being worsened, although the young lad tried his hardest to push the swarm of negative thoughts at the back corners of his mind. It was unlike him to worry, having no real friends before Onyx, and only sons and daughters of families — whom he did not even bother remembering — who pushed them to him in order to suck up to his rich parents.
He is supposed to be an eight-year-old kid, so why in the ever-living hell is he worrying whether Onyx is still alive? Such dark thoughts should not cross his mind, kids like the
