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Asahi didn’t want to go home. He sat by himself on the side of the football field. It was dark but the headlights lit up the field with a cold blue light. He wanted to sit there, maybe forever. Sit and stare at the lonely football before him. After a while it began to rain, his clothes became wet and small puddles started to form on the ground. Asahi didn’t move. He remained sitting there, on the side of the football field. His gaze moved from the deserted ball to the sky, and then back to the ball again.
The rain is pleasant, he thought. Drops from the sky mixed together with the tears on his cheeks. The world protected him. Protected him from the shame of his tears. The shame and ache he felt in himself.
Asahi didn’t want to go home. He didn't want to go to the lonely apartment, the apartment that was supposed to be his home. It felt empty. The blinds were always down, the TV constantly buzzing with a low volume. His mother was in the living room. All she did was sleep. Sometimes Asahi would wonder if she actually was sleeping, or if she just stared into the same blanket she hid under. He could see that she had become thinner. The contours of her body appeared beneath the blanket. All she did was lie there, lifeless. Waiting for the world to end.
Asahi didn’t want to go home. He just wanted to sit here, on the side of the football field. Waiting for something else.