The Return of the Idiotic Heroes

I went out last night to meet with my college friends. It was a get together party to celebrate one of our friend's birthday. I arrived first and too early at the location and decided to wait for the others while sitting at the bench under the moon.

A few hours later, someone arrived, my college best friend. He sat close to me and started asking about the other confirmed guests who will be arriving that night. We had an exchange of little talks and plenty of silence in between. I was trying to run flashbacks on my mind about our days being together, but nothing good came aside from the feeling of awkwardness. There wasn't even a feeling of nostalgia.

We had a fun party even though some of our group members weren't present. I always believe that as people getsolder and more mature, there are things that they must give up along the way, things in their past and that includes friends.

Another friend agreed to drop us on the main road where we can easily access public transportation. As we reach our destination. My college best friend and I stepped down the car, walked on the different direction. He faded into my eyesight like as I was to him a long time ago.

I ended up alone in the road in the middle of the mid-morning. When I looked up behind, he's there... The moon, it felt like it was always watching my back.