It's 12:13 AM. I decided to go out. I have so much to say. I wanted to say a lot of things. I wanted to share. I want to tell my story but I can't seem to do it. I have no one. So I went out when no one was around and I screamed with all my heart and soul.

Little did I know, someone was there. It was a delivery guy who was sleeping in his truck because he couldn't get home since he needs to travel far. When I saw him, I did not get scared, I got teary-eyed and started crying. My knees went weak and I fell down. That guy stood there and did not say anything.

I looked up and I was surprised because he was crying. I can see in his eyes the pain, the sadness. I can see myself. We kept on crying for like how long and I started laughing. He then laughed as well like we're some crazy duo.

He took me home and put me to bed like he always did. I said goodnight and thanked my dad. He then left with a big smile like the sun was rising in the morning.

That was a good dream.