The sun was very far from its peak. The time showing now was no longer an afternoon and was soon approaching closer to evening—much later than the time that Leon originally planned to already be at his home.

He had accidentally taken the wrong bus home and ended up wasting half an hour trying to navigate the road back to his home. Thankfully, though, he’s arrived home now, so there’s that.

He took out a keychain from his bag and used one of the keys to open the gate of his home—a typical suburban house. It wasn’t a very big house, but it was certainly too big for a single high school student to live alone. He unlocked the gate, went in, locked it again, and then he headed towards the front door.

He chose another key from the chain and used it to open the front door. But, damn it! he accidentally puts in the wrong key to unlock that door. After two more failed attempts at unlocking the door, the third time finally works, but as he pulled the key out of the keyhole, he ended up accidentally dropping that key.

“Fucking—” he caught his own cursing and bent down to pick the key off the ground. He needed to calm down, he needed to relax. He’s overreacting to small things like this simply because he’s tired. His palm grabbed onto the doorknob and opened the door, opening the entrance of the house he’s lived in for all of his life.

He froze momentarily, but then he proceeded to step into his house.

“I’m home,” he said, knowing full well that nobody would reply to his words anyway. He doesn’t live with anyone else, he’s just alone, and he’s unsure if he was also lonely.

After the door behind him was shut closed, he walked towards the living room, heading towards the couch in front of the television, and tiredly threw himself and his bag down. He buried his head on one of the pillows, hugged his bag in his hand, and lifted his feet up on the armrest of the couch. He’s just—it’s been a rough day, alright?

He’s feeling pretty miserable. He lost a friend—correct that, he lost two friends. Although, personally, Leon doesn’t have any problems with not having friends, losing one still hurts. It stings, not having anybody that he could confide in, not having anybody he could rely on.

He lets out a sigh. It’ll pass one day.

However, there’s another reason why he’s upset—the main reason why he’s been feeling so depressed. To him, the problem with not having friends is not loneliness. The problem with not having such is that he was lacking in distraction.

Without friends, he doesn’t have anyone else who he’d be able to talk to on a daily basis, on nights when he’s alone. He doesn’t have anybody or anything who’d be able to distract him from his daily life. He no longer has something that would be able to take him away from the real problems that he has in his home, everything he’d been avoiding all along.

Right, Leon’s problem... what are they?

Well, there’s a mother who is stuck in a hospital far away, a father that was never home, and... just everything. All the messes he’s been blissfully ignoring came back just like that to his head, constantly in his mind, and he’s not liking it.

He laughed, and he cried. His heart hurts—everything hurts.

And after dealing with all that, he let out a desperate sigh, accepting his fate.

Well, he guessed he deserved this.