"What now?" I wonder the question.

"Don't go home like that. Let's talk first," he said seriously.

"I have to go home. It's dark, oh." I refuse.

He pulled my hand away so I faced him. His gaze was so deep that my eyes were closed because he was looking for something.

"You're not going home like that."

"What is that?"

"It's sad and confused."

I stopped. He still predicted me. It was a few years ago but he still memorized me.

I thought I was going home with new questions and ideas in my mind. But here he is, offered me to talk to him to make me more...