Bored. (:

I'm trying to write that June && Winter story again. But methinks I can't.

BUT ANYWAY..

Winter and June.

They hate me. They neglect me with those cold, cold eyes. They stare me down, thinking, 'Why is that kid so weird?' I can tell my their facial expressions.
Another day goes by, as I walk the streets barefoot, with grey oversized clothing able to fit an obese man. The tail of my coat drags along the footpath and my eyes do not even glimpse the sky.
Because all I see is darkness.
I trudge back to where I normally stay, in the cardboard box.
And great, it's raining.
So now, I need to hide somewhere. And every single place is taken.
And someone taps me on the shoulder.
'You can stay at my place, if you want.'
My eyes finally glance at that girl's face.
She's really pretty, I notice. Another thing is her piercing hazel eyes.
She wears a beautiful dress, with really long socks and weird looking shoes. Black ones.
'Why me? Why not anyone else?' I begin.
'Because.. There's something about you that I don't see in anyone else. You still have hope.' The girl replies.
'What's your name?'
'June. You?'
'Winter.'
'That's a really nice name.'
'Thank you.. June.'
'Now let me take you to my place.'
She grabs onto my hand and takes off.

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She suddenly stops running and a sharp jolt makes me fully realise that. She's at a building.. And it's really big. June lets go of my hand and she walks inside, and I follow her.
Inside, the rooms were sorted into small sections, somewhat like cells. There are many people here, filled with homeless men and women holding their crying children in their arms, old men, with their pipes at the ready, and I saw a lot of children like myself. They had this bloodshot look in their eye.. And I realised what this place was. It was a refuge home.
'Let me show you to our room, Winter.'
She leads, and I follow. Simple. She walks until she stops at this empty cell. Then I realise, there's only one bed, not two.
'I'll sleep on the floor.' I volunteer, but she refuses, and pushes me on. She grabs a jumper, and uses it as her pillow, as I slowly adjust to the softness of the bed.
It's really soft.
'Goodnight, June.' I whisper.
'And goodnight to you too,' she replies.
And those are the last words I hear as I drift slowly off into the realm of my dreams.

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