Mike looked at the bland torch in his hands and felt nervous. He walked over to the window and reflected on the grey surroundings. He had always loved chilly Derry. With the comfortable townspeople. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel confident. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone.
It was the figure of Stanley Uris, Stanley was a sarcastic boy with dark brown eyes and ruddy blonde hair. Mike gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brave, modest, boy with lanky arms and a shaved but growing back set of dark brown, curly hair. His friends saw him as a brave and determined writer. The rain hammered like chatting sheep, making Mike feel as if his day is going to get even worse.
As Mike stepped outside and Stanley came closer, he could see the energetic but gloomy glint in his eye. Stanley gazed with the affection. He said, in a hushed tone, "I love you, stay safe." Mike looked back, even more worried and still looking over the torch. "Stanley, I love you as well. Thank you'' he replied.
They looked at each other with afraid feelings, there was indie music playing in the background on Mike's record player. Mike studied Stanley's dark brown eyelashes and gloomy eyes. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," many emotions had shattered into 8231 pieces. Then the blonde boy hurried away into the distance. Not even a cup of tea would calm Mike's nerves that tonight.
