Nick sat on his bed. Fifty minutes ago, he'd been laughing along with his friends at the park oppsite his snug home.
He buried his head in his hands and breathed out slowly.
Thirty minutes ago, he said goodbye after giving everyone a hug.
Nick closed his eyes, a slight frown creasing his features.
Forty minutes ago, 2009 just ended.
And now.
Nick grabbed the sheets and gripped them tightly, so tight that his knuckles turned white, gritting his teeth.
What's wrong?
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