"Where are you going?" My voice caught up to him - he stopped, turned.

He just looked at me - just looked at me. I tilted my head, watching him. Had he even heard my question? Or was I just thinking these things, talking to myself again? I wasn't sure...

He leaned against the wall, stared out with those eyes....those horribly deep brown eyes. The eyes you could get lost in.

"Are you okay?"

No response.

So I was just talking to myself. Thinking to myself. That is, since he wasn't responding...I was afraid what he would say if he did respond, but a response is better than nothing. Better than silence, hearing nothing but your own thoughts and other people's conversations...

And he left then. Left without a backwards glance, without even a simple goodbye. And as I watched him leave, words reached my ears - "What's wrong with him?" I turned to my friend, standing there, just as confused as I was...

No response.