Dear Diary,

I got curious.

I asked the nurse if I could roam around the hospital garden for some fresh air, and she allowed. I used a wheelchair and told the nurse that I'd be fine on my own as I won't go too far.

She agreed. When she left, I went outside of my room while pushing the wheels. I slowed down when I reached the other room. I wanted to check my neighbor since I've never seen his face. I'm hoping we could chat for a bit too.

The door was open, and I saw a boy with a pale complexion. His hair was jet-black and his eyes were almost golden brown in color as he stared back at me.

"What are you looking at?" that's what he asked me. His voice was soft, opposite to the loud scream that I heard last time.

I told him that I'm the guy in the next room. His blank expression looked like he didn't want to talk to me.

I wanted to chat longer, but he wasn't talking. I'm not even sure if he's listening to what I'm saying.

He doesn't care. Maybe he's tired or he's not in the mood?

I don't know. But I'll try again next time.

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