Did you hear about those bombs in Boston? Scary shit right there. My heart goes out to all those people caught up in the explosion.
Alfred caught the train every day at ten.
Every day he stood next to a boy his age.
They always stood back to back, Alfred playing games on his phone and Matthew reading books.
Both wore headphone listening to music.
It wasn't until they really started talking that Alfred realized they had the same taste in music.
So now when he rode the train he listened to music with Matthew before both had to part ways.
For nearly two years it was like that, back and forth from school to home, his favorite part of the day was on the train with Matthew.
One day, Matthew wasn't on the train.
It wasn't just that day, it happened for an entire week.
When Matthew finally showed up Alfred crushed him in a hug.
"Where have you been?" Alfred asked.
"I…" Matthew stops and starts to cough dryly, it's then that Alfred notices that he looks thinner, weaker, and paler.
"Something's wrong." Alfred stated instead of questioned, Matthew nods anyways.
"I was diagnosed with cancer." Matthew whispered, his bright eyes filled with tears.
Alfred nodded holding him tighter he used one hand to put a headphone in Matthew's ear. In the other he whispered.
"Don't worry Mattie, I'm here for you, I'll help you through this."