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He fell below.
There was a lone boy slowly pacing in an empty lot which had a short layer of fog covering it. His knees just peaked out of the blanket, every step he took stirred it up and created a mystic setting.
He couldn't have been older than seventeen. Just pacing. Not saying a word. His hair kept on falling in his eyes. It was black. Once in a while his blue eyes would surface, but as quickly as they came out, his hair would fall back into them. He crossed and recrossed his arms, pulling his plaid shirt tight. His jeans were low on his hips, revealing fair skin and those beautiful hip bones.
When he breathed, he could see it. He swiped his hand through the air, trying to get everything to clear. He was a quiet observer. He would rather sit in complete silence than open his mouth to pour out opinions.
An emerald dragonfly flew from a tree and landed on his shoulder. The boy took one glance and then started to look at the ground again, watching the fog spread and fill back up.
Hours passed. The dragonfly was still on his shoulder. He was still pacing. Still watching the fog rise and fall. It was cold, it was late September. He liked it that way. He didn't like Summer. Fall and Winter were his favorite seasons.
He sighed. Letting his chest fill up with the sweet air. He looked at his shoulder again, the dragonfly was still there. He smiled.
The dragonfly flew away.
The boy frowned.
He finally stopped pacing and he sat down on the ground, without getting phased by the wet grass. He laid down, beneath the fog. He hugged his knees and rocked until he was asleep.
Until the fog swallowed him.
And he fell below the Earth.
