It was October the thirteenth. He had been walking for hours. His life had passed before his eyes many times. He couldn't hear anything, feel anything. He was like a rock.
He was trying to remember. Remember the day that everything changed. No matter how hard he looked into his past, he couldn't seem to find the memory of that night. It was the only one he couldn't find.
"How did I wind up this way?" he kept questioning himself without answering.
He saw a crushed old soda can on the side of the sidewalk, which he kicked in the street as he passed by it. He couldn't let litter get into his way. He was going nowhere specific, but it was still in his way. He needed time to think, reflect back on his past. He thought about his life, his future, his mistakes, and a whole lot more.
The sun had started to set, going down as he approached it. The autumn wind had started blowing even harder through his long hair. The streetlights had started lighting up, making the lights of the city heavier for his eyes.
He couldn't go back, not until he figured out everything. He was so lost, so confused. Nothing had been the same ever since he had left the White Tigers.
For a moment, he thought about his childhood, with Mariah and the rest. He remembered how much fun he had with them as a child. He started to regret what he had done. The more he thought, the less he understood why he had left.
"I should've stayed. I should've never left." He repeated many times.
It was starting to get cold, but it didn't bother him. The cold never scared him. In fact, he enjoyed cold October nights like these. Autumn was his favorite season; the perfect time to sick back and have some reflection time.
As he walked by a small, deserted park, he decided to sit down, seeing as his feet couldn't take anymore walking. He sat down on an old, wooden bench and watched the colorful leaves fall down on the grass for a while. It was night but he still enjoyed the scenery.
That's when he heard it. Even though he had been surrounded by noise all day that was the first thing he had heard in hours.
"Ray!"
There it was again. He turned around and saw Tyson, Max and Kenny, his teammates.
"We've been looking for you for hours." Tyson said.
"You were nowhere to be found." Kenny said.
"We even checked all the fast-food joints and the restaurants." Max said.
That's when he realized something: Leaving was the best thing he could ever do. If he hadn't left, he would've never met these guys who were like brothers to him.
"I just needed some time alone. Sorry if I worried you guys so much."
"It's okay. You want to grab a pizza?" Tyson asked, with his usual big appetite.
He nodded and followed them, smiling for figuring it out.