"he's not done yet he's an upcoming boy."
"The sky is..." He took a deep breath, ".. empty."
"Ohhh.." His companion said with the bottle yet dangling in his hands
"How something so empty and hollow can ever be beautiful?"
"It's a mirror--a gigantic one; reflecting everything and dispersing what it gets from the air. It's not even there--"
The groans that came from the other boy stopped him midway.
"You--" the other boy pointed an accusing finger at him, "--shut up."
Then the other boy said,
"Sky is sky."
He didn't knew what it was--
the fact that his companion was literally trembling or the simplicity of his put together phrase but it fit somehow--
an opposing point to his thoughts.
Sky is sky. he smiled to himself.
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