Inside a room, a boy is found laying down on the bed— not sick yet pale, a dark line is found in the buttom of his eyes.
He seems rotting on the bed, ad he mutters a word— "I am common..." His voice are so low, sad and trembling.
"—common boy, with a common life." The boy once again muttered with the same low and trembling tone. "I'm not rotting, but just weighed down by these stressful needs of a common life..."
"If only I had found something wonderful that can last 'til my last breath. I wouldn't have been so miserable."
'I want a friend—'
His finally given up on his heavy, sleepy eyes. Now resting his head on his pillow, and peacefully slept...