(This story is completely fictional) I saw my friend with his curly red hair start to approach me with the jet-black camera that I previously left at his house on his wooden drawer. As I stood there like I came back from a war and never saw a smile in years, he came up and said: “ Here’s your camera”. “Thanks, need it to take a picture of sadness for Photo,” I said not knowing a good conversation starter and by his face, he didn't either. during this silent day, something inside me was eating me alive. I didn't know what it was. “Nice weather in the park today.” he said unexpectedly, though it was a beautiful day as the sun was shining and the red, brown, and yellow leaves were falling towards the green, wet, short grass, so I had to reply with “yep” and asked how his day was and he replied with the same answer. Moments after the awkward cold silence in the summer's day, the feeling came back but more of it. “Maybe it's the boredom,” I thought to myself trying to p...
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