I remember waking up that day . A normal regular day with the same college things , the same people, the same projects , classes and chain of unmanipulated events . I went to class and sat down when Ms. Pam walked in . She looked rather disoriented in a way where she was lost in her thoughts and knew little as to how to get out. She kept her belongings and looked up to see us . The attendance was slim that day due to the rumor that had caught fire that there was some disease catching on by looking at peoples' faces . My guess was conjunctivitis but I guess others did not want to think ordinary.  Anyway, she seemed lost that day and so the class did not go as exciting as it usually does . My friends were absent so I got some time to take a stroll to the library . Not that my friends would have been a resistance or anything, it is just that sometimes it is nice to sometimes spend time alone , in your own space, in your own comforting silence . I issued a book ,Ikigai. While I started reading it sitting in the grass that smelled fresh due to the water from the rains , I saw fireworks go off. At first I thought it was some first years pulling a prank but then I suddenly heard unknown , unfriendly voices . I got up and moved in that direction. The closer I got , the louder it got . By the time I reached there , it was what you would say too late ,for the fireworks were an unsuccessful disguise for what was going on ,which was a typical middle school fight. I decided to report it than to indulge it in even the mildest of ways for students are mean sometimes and they would turn things on you to protect themselves without any hesitation . I observed a raucous outside the infirmary some minutes later . Wanting to glance a look , I peeked in and saw a boy sitting. He had injuries all over . My guess? He is the victim from the  day's firework fight. For some reason , I stared at him for so long that he looked right back at me and smiled . There was something about him that was eerily pleasing . The first reaction you could expect from someone who is aching all over and blood-soaked would be a frown or a discomforting silence. And here he was, smiling at a complete stranger in the most apprehensive condition. Nevertheless , I smiled back thinking it might put him to ease even the littlest bit . I went home . I could not stop thinking about him . Something about his smile just felt not normal . I ate and came to my  room and looked out the window . I saw fireworks go off again and was reminded of the whole unfortunate incident from back at college and inevitably of the boy whose smile made me want to know more about him . It was not normal , his smile . But it was not abnormal ,either. The moment I was about to retrieve , I saw two people. I could not say who they were because I could barely see due to the lack of light . But they felt known . It felt like I knew the aura they brought along. Like I knew them, like I had known them for a while now .I stood there , contemplating, when suddenly I heard the doorbell.