Jul 10, 2009 09:43
I saw him. I asked him to skip his classes. He didn't say yes or no. But I managed to make him accompany me to this... house. We had to climb over this brick wall, where his supposed bicycle was leaning onto. The place looked like an old childhood backyard mixed with the feeling of being in a province.
We went in this house. A resort cottage, I think. Then he was sleeping, all bundled up with a blanket. And I was happy because I made him miss class for me. But I knew it wasn't about me. He missed his class because of some flood.
The flood got in. Me, him, and some bunch of friends and family tried to drive away the flood by sweeping it. I don't remember if we ever did. Just that he remembered he has to go to class. So I went with him towards the brick wall again, holding hands, and he climbed over and waved goodbye.
At some point, I saw him bike towards this tall grass area stretching towards what was supposed to be the school but looked a lot like the citidel(?) of Magneto in the Uncanny X-Men.
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