I'm Still Here

I walked out of the bakery with my old notepad and small chair and sat quietly outside the shop. The sunset fell on my face. Another friend left me. I couldn't avoid his departure. I could only write him in my notepad to prove that he had been here and existed... I don't know what kind of person the next friend will be, or I will go to another place to start a new life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.