The silence inside the train carriage train was as usual and even quieter

The silence inside the train carriage train was as usual and even quieter since less people were around. Some with newspapers on hands, while some are busy checking their phones. There was a group of highschool students whispering to each other and occasionally looking around 눈치?? Justin took a sip of his coffee. He glanced down at the mug, thick, ceramic, cold to touch, and supposed it was that which had stolen the heat, made it like pool water to drink. He stood in the corner quietly vibing to his music through his wireless earphones that were new enough that he felt satisfaction every time he used them. The business suit he wore was as crisp as a new banknote and dyed to a uniform shade of bleak grey. It was perfectly tailored, resting over his skin like a soul coffin. Although he saw many different uniforms and many different highschoolers during his commute everyday, there was one in particular that stood out that day. A small asian boy stood in the corner of the carriage with his friends and as Justin payed more attention towards the student, it became obvious that he was not particularly sociable or he simply just didn’t fit in. His mind habitually spiralled back to when he was in highschool, only a few years after he had come to Australia. He too was that boy who struggled to fit in and hence, couldn’t help but feel sorrow for the young boy but under his breath he muttered “He’ll be fine. If I can do it anyone can. Look at me now I’m happy and living a successful life.”