Mark-Personal Narrative

I heard the door slam shut behind me, as I quickly stumbled towards the bright exit sign.
Arrived in front of the automatic glass door, it smoothly opened, and a cold winter breeze gently flicked my straight fringe away from my eyes.

It was getting late. I could see the last shafts of sunlight shining into the frozen ground and reflecting back into my eyes like shiny, tiny diamonds while the sun was slowly fading behind the modern tall buildings as they were staring down at me with sympathy.

As every step I took leading to nowhere was getting heavier and heavier, the noise of the agitated people and the resonant sound of the moving cars getting louder and louder I then felt my eyes slightly burning while staring fearfully into the bright,
Casually I was looking down just at the road in front of my feet, with my hood up since I could feel light snowflakes touching my naked skin, then out of nowhere I bump into this tall, scary looking person and I get pushed back a meter or two, just to then find out the tall, scary looking person was Mark.

Mark was an old friend, he's a sweet person that also had problems in his life, he looked down that night, not in the best of moods, I was curious of what was wrong with him, but I was scared that if I asked, the same question would be asked back immediately; so to avoid that stressful question I smartly asked to go get a drink in one of those pubs, were old men with a boring life go to have a pint and watch the football game, were the country music is played and the chunky wife sings along to every word, were when crufty pretty girls walk in they get offered a free drink, and straight after leave.
He looked a bit shocked to my offer, probably because I wasn't the kind of boy to waste my life in does places, but he couldn't refuse, that is what he needed as