"How long will I have to pretend?" he asked himself. Alone, in the dark, staring at the moon as if he was seeking company. The boy slowly stood up and left the town in which he was raised and born. He had finally decided to leave far away and disappear for good. To his comfort, he thought that no matter where he'd go, the moon will always be here, maybe not at his favorite spot where he would go to shelter himself, but a different one, perhaps better than what he already knows.

He left for the unknown without second-doubting, no fears in the way ,free from any restrictions. This time, he would not let his past self take over him, nor the discouraging people who'd always take away his courage.

Later, he jumped on the truck with a stranger, yet who understood his reasons to his departure after talking for several minutes. How many of them had he met in his life? The old driver in service, completing his last year of retreat, recalled the moments when he was still young and free. He remembered himself in the young man's shoes, leaving to somewhere he didn't know which warmed his heart up a little bit.

"There you go, young man!" said the man with a big smile on his face just like a father would do to encourage his son. The young boy humbly thanked the man who had been nothing but kind to him. He kept walkig and walking until his legs felt like jelly. He couldn't keep at it and decided to stop his way to rest a little bit in a small church he had seen from afar.

"I hope they'll take me in," he said, almost like a whisper to himself. He slowly entered the church and found nobody there, except for the priest who kindly opened his arms to him. Strangely, everybody seemed nice to him to his convenience. He didn't know why, but he decided not to overthink.

"Are you going on an adventure, young boy?" the priest asked as if he had already met youngsters of his kind.

The young boy slowly caressed his neck and nodded with a shy smile.

"Are you staying at a nearby hotel or are you in need of a shelter?" the old empathizing priest asked.

"Well, I'm looking for a place to stay. My legs are sore from the walking. Do you mind if I sit on the chair?" he asked.

"You're in God's house. You can rest as much as you want. Have you eaten?"

The young boy didn't want to be a disturbance and lied to the priest, but the priest caught his lie and remained silent. Instead, he had invited him to follow him. He took him to a single room, where he could rest and put his belongings. Then, he had showed him the kitchen and gave him a little bit of soup for him to eat.

After eating, the boy was still starving, but it was enough to him as he didn't want to abuse his kindness. He kindly thanked him and asked the priest the permission to go back to the small room he was given to rest.

The young boy had rested for more than he could have imagined. For several nights, he hadn't been able to sleep very well, but this stay at the church had given him what he needed to continue his journey.