Ever since the interaction with the boy's friend, I felt drawn towards the boy. Every day I looked at him during my classes while trying very hard to conceal it.

When I stood in front of my path again, I looked at it. I looked at the endless river, all the houses and everything I had been seeing for the past few years. It felt so familiar, so pleasant, but something was different, something was missing.

Though, when I looked to the right, I saw the boy's path and all the houses with different shapes and colours I had never seen before. I felt an odd sense of curiosity for his path that confused me, because I had never had an interest in the path before I met him.