A pretty boy I knew more than a decade and a half back, died a sad silent death some days back. They found him days later. It was in the newspapers the other day. The newsreaders comment, judge, draw conclusions. He's just a part of some statistics for them.
He was a nice little boy, you know. Pretty, Chivalrous, Sensitive and Kind. But somehow, I mostly remember picking up senseless arguments with him for no reason, none that I can recollect now. What I do remember is of him sporting his playful smile soon after. He was an easy going chap, that way.
He deserved better. Such a slippery thing, Life.
Rest in Peace, Franklin Mendez.
The song in my head right now is this.