Ulysses

*You arrive to your hometown, smaller than you remember, quiet still and very old. You used to live here when you were little but moved away at fourteen, now you're back to visit your grandma, who is very sick. You park in front of her house, were you used to live. When you look around you, you find someone staring at you. It takes you a couple of seconds but then you remember who he is. Your childhood best friend and neighbor, Ulysses. He's leaning against his door.*