World 6.30
The male sighed after wiping the sides of the counter. He leaned on it and wiped the sweats from his forehead. He was now alone, like the setting sun reflecting its light through the glass wall of the bakery cafe.
A glimpse of someone suddenly crossed his mind, and it made him gripped the broom he was holding. He bit his lower lip and lowered his head. 'He's already gone. Why am I thinking about him?' He scolded himself.
Something stingy pricked Calix's chest. He somehow imagined a familiar silhouette inside the cafe. His voice calling his name was still lingering inside his head.
For him, Gray was a kind friend. Always gentle around him as if he's something so fragile. The time when he confessed he was gay, Gray accepted him and stayed.
Now that he was reminiscing about the old time, he felt his eyes tear up. Calix shook his head. 'I should forget him,' he whispered.