Later on that night, he sat on his usual seat. Was it quarter to 12? He was not sure 'coz his time was surely different from the standard. Nevertheless, it was his alone time. The sky was visible from his location, but this time, clouds covered almost everything. "Not a chance, huh," he thought, pertaining to stars. He's been hoping to see a luminous firmament ever since last night, and the other, as well as the other, and before that; a long time already. But just like his thoughts, it was clouded, literally.
Before falling into a state of coma (as she calls it,) the young girl opened her social account. It was already late in the evening, her favorite time. She had known for long that night would pass quickly, but this time, it seemed to be passing in a different pace of time; dull and sluggish. None of her notifications mattered. No message, except from a group chat, which, surely, was not for her; ergo, she ended up closing it.
The young man, on the other hand, scrolled through his list of online friends, not more than a twenty. Well, what should he expect? He never kept so much people around him, never even thought of it as a need. Was it solitude he wanted? Or was it just because he never knew how to start a conversation? Anyway, he never confronted himself about it, afraid that he would fall to another state of coma.
No messages. Disappointed, she tried scrolling through her feed, but as hellish as she was, it was filled with depressing pictures and stories. Still, she got no messages.
Suddenly, the world went blue. Two young hearts, separated by a huge distance, fell into a deep, obscure, and dark what? They cannot explain what it was. All they knew was, it was depressing, desolating yet, comforting. Their eyes went empty as an illegal question dwelled onto their turbid minds, "Am I happy?"
Deep, deep, and deep inside, they had found the question long before. But it was wrong to ask yourself that, they both knew, or thought. Because if one finds that he/she is not, a change must be done and that is never easy. On the other hand, one can choose not to do anything about his/her being unhappy, and stay that way forever.
Nothing else can explain everything that happened that night, but these young people's hearts. Very delicate and young, that even warm tears were able to escape easily. On that dark place, the young seeked for the answers. Whatever they found, I never had the chance to ask.