One of Ciel’s favorite places is the mall with the piano outside under a gazebo. He frequented the shopping center most aside from the library and park when he ever had the energy. The food is inexpensive and people are kind. Last week he visited twice and on one of those two days, he fell into the fountain. Today, he sat at the edges rather than walking on it.
Strolling around the food court reading signs, he walks by a person cutting into a pancake with a cute face drawn in chocolate fudge. A while back, the teen had met a person online whom he’d chat a lot with. Ciel told them a lot of the best locations to hang out at. Thing is, that person vanished. There was no other place to contact them, only on instant messaging. The one detail he could remember was they loved photography.
Is it unusual to be pensive on what doesn’t exist? The person on the other side of the screen showed interest in meeting Ciel in person. He felt the same back. It would have been something to wake up to. A purpose in mundane life. Stubbornly, he didn’t want to admit it was something to hope for. Thinking about it is exhausting.
Hands in pockets, he continues his sluggish walk. The sole of his boot steps onto an obscure object, an unusual soft texture. Looking below, Ciel picks up the object; a wallet. Rummaging through contents, he finds an identification card. He compares the photo with anyone close by and believes he spots the owner. Skittering to the person, he taps their shoulder and holds out the item.
Len stepped out of one of the shops in the mall’s food court. A black shopping bag was slung over his shoulder. He had just bought a few pairs of jeans before grabbing something to eat at the food court. His current pairs had had so many rips that they were almost border-line unwearable. Today was a rare occasion... A day where he was left to his own devices.
On days like this his thoughts wandered. He found himself thinking back to the time when he spoke to a particular person he spoke to online. He didn’t know their name or their face. He was curious, though, probably more than he should have been, and he wanted to find out... in person. It may be strange to want to meet someone that he knew next-to-nothing about, but Len didn’t care. He wanted to meet the person behind the screen, even if it were just the briefest of interactions.
This was short-lived, however. Real life caught with him, and he had to abandon them. He often contemplated on whether or not he should log back on, but he didn’t know how to face them.
A tap on his shoulder brought him back to reality. He turned toward the source. He stared at the boy for a second, confused. He then looked down at the wallet being extended to him. He took the wallet and checked it’s contents. His ID, cards, and cash were all seemingly intact. He patted the back pocket of his jeans, where the wallet should have been. It must have fallen out when he was lost in thought. He stuffed the wallet into his front pocket. He flashed a smile to the boy who returned the wallet.
“Thanks so much. You’re a lifesaver.”
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