Skit 21

Bohai stared at his phone in confusion. 'Friend? What friend?'

Long Wei made a friend. Now that's a lie. Every person Long Wei considered as a friend was people he took interest in. People he volunteered to stay around because he found them amusing and entertaining. Soon enough he would established a friendship that no one agreed to but himself. He only did that to those who couldn't careless about who his family was and whose son he was. But such people were rare.

Bohai and Shenwoo so happened to be one of them. But unlike so they were a special case. The difference from them and others, was that all three knew each other since they were in primary school.

Back then Long Wei was a bit sensible. Now? Bohai couldn't say much but that there was a big change in his friend.

Thinking this he suddenly sat up in his bed. Leaving his room and walking to the fridge. It was around 10pm and once again his home was filled with silence. His mother didn't come home once, again. Such action was now normal behavior, causing Bohai to basically raise himself since young. But just because he was used to it didn't make the pain lessened.

'I wonder what Shenwoo is doing?' he took a bottle of water out and drunk some. 'I should of stayed over there instead of coming home to this empty dump.'

He stood still his emotions combining into a mess. He shouldn't have let his mind suddenly wonder off. But it was already to late as his thoughts started to form.

"Why wasn't she here. And where the fuck was his ghost of a dad."

"Argh... fuck it all!!" He through his bottle, spilling it all over the floor but it didn't stop there. He took anything that was by him and started throwing it. Glass cups, plates,vase, one of his flower pots. He was angry and frustrated. He had so much pent up anger that this small mess he made was nothing. Left it up to him he would burn this whole building down. What was the point of living in such a vast space with no one to live with or share it with. At times like this he wondered how Long Wei could deal with such heavy loneliness.

He looked at the damage he made and couldn't care less his eyes was void of any emotion. He felt sick to his stomach and all he could do was just walk back to his room and crawl into his bed. "Goodnight." he whispered into the air.