It's been two days since that and I still doesn't meet her. Who's in the wrong? I'm pretty sure both do. But my ego is still winning over me, I don't feel like apologizing. Ah, past this wall is the field. Wonder if the 'kid' is there this day too.

"Dum!"

"Tap!"

"Dum!"

"Tap!"

I see, the kid still playing here. Wearing a red hoodie that covers the head with a black tracksuit makes it hard to know the kid's gender. Kicking those classic black and white balls toward the wall. Every single day after I come back from school since the beginning of the year. But there's a group of boys coming to the kid right now.

What is their talking about? I can't hear it. They are too far. Huh, why do I care? Just keep walking and pass the field like I always do. But walking while looking at them will not hurt.

Hmm, I think they are younger than me at least or we at the same age. Looks like they are fighting over something. Is it a bully? The leader of the boys seems like talking down to the kid while others laugh at the kid. A pretty common sight of bullying.

"Haaaahhhhh!"

"Dush!"

Oh... That unexpected. Or it's expected based on how he tries to make the kid angry. The kid punches the leader after screaming.

Oh, the kid sits above the fallen leader and tries to make another punch. But his subordinate hold the kid. Now the situation has changed, the leader got up and beat the shit out of the kid that their holding. He punches the kid in the face, on the stomach, and the face again and again. Poor kid. May your soul- oh wait, the kid is probably still alive.

Hm, interesting. Should I do something? Probably not. It's not my problem.

Now, I succeed in not giving a fuck to strangers in the field. I should congrats myself with an ice cream.

****

Where is it... There's is it, a simple coffee ice cream.

"That's 1 Peko."

I give 5 Peko money and the cashier give me a 4 Peko balance. Without a word from me, the transaction gets done. A perfect scenario.

****

It's calm today. The night has almost begun. The sun almost set. The hallway of the store seems quiet. A familiar kid walks in front of me, who is sitting on the free bench near the store. The red hoodie kid.

"Haaaahhhhh"

Unconsciously I remember the kid screaming. It's vague, but I'm pretty sure that's a girl's voice.

I start tearing up the ice cream before it melts.

"Swush!"

"Huh?"

The ice cream is rapidly gone from my hand. Not that I don't know what happen. I know and I am still conscious. The kid suddenly grabs it and runs as I sit there helplessly.

"Poor me..."