He hasn't noticed me yet. He was letting out heavy breaths while tears were coming down his cheeks.

I looked to my side and saw a train coming towards our way. I looked back at him, who was now standing in the middle of the train track.

"Yah!", I yelled.

He didn't listen to me. I started running towards him.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

He finally looked at me. He quickly looked back at the train.

"Move out of the fucking way!!"

He closed his eyes tightly. I ran faster and caught up to him. I immediately pushed him out of the way. We both fell to the ground harshly.

I groaned by the painful feeling on the side of my body. I looked up at the guy, who was watching the train go by.

I was about to yell at him, but stopped and looked at the blood on his face and hands. He looked at me for awhile and got up.

I got up after him. He was about to walk away, but I soon stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

"What's wrong with you?"

He looked at me with tears still in his eyes. He didn't say anything. I sighed and pulled my sleeve over my hand. I wiped his tears and the blood off his face.

I tried wiping the blood off his hands as best as I can. I took off my sweater and grabbed his wrist again.

I walked away from the train track with him behind me.

"Where we going?", he asked.

"To a hotel"

I looked back at him.

"You don't want to go home, right?"

He looked at me with a nervous look.

"N-No"