He didn't know why such things were happening to him. He often heard people talking about him, their words filled with nothing but pity and tragedy.
Why were such things happening?
Why did they have to be like this?
Listening to the carefree laughter of his peers, he sat there on the bare rock, soulless, as another gust of wind stirred the flowers and grass, brushing against his pant legs. It felt like a comforting gesture, yet also a form of veiled mockery, much like the adults who wore expressions of sympathy on their faces but whose hearts remained untouched by misfortune. They couldn't empathize; instead, they longed for their own futures all the more fervently because of others' suffering.
