chapter sixteen

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"Are you sure you don't wanna stay for dinner?"

I stopped spreading jelly on a piece of bread, taking another loaf and colliding them together to make a sandwich.

"I made your favorite, mashed potatoes with extra gravy?"

when i was younger..right.

"Not really me anymore, Theresa."

I looked over her expression, blank as she forced a smile.

"That's okay..i'll be just saving them for you when you came back."

Tired of hearing of her, so i headed outside with a sandwich on my hand finishing it down within three bites. I thought i would be better, as soon as my foot stepped into the road i felt my tears escaped.

jelly sandwiches always makes me feel better.

I cried through my sweater, i sat halfway through the sidewalk as i tried to contain the rest of my tears, it felt like a heavy concrete block against my chest that i can't lift.

Moe and I are in a fight, got lost in the woods, and my mom came back.

Great.

I don't know where i would be heading to, i didn't want to share the burden i am feeling right now to anyone.

My feet drag me carelessly in the sidewalk as i watch vehicles passed by me, got a few glances from people that looked concerned in my situation.

Crying would make me feel better, i reassured myself.

I ended up in the park, my eyes wandering around the fireflies as i watch a group of them gather around my palm.

must've felt nice to fly around with lights in their butts.

The flowers looked lively, the sun was almost down too hoping i would enjoy their colors even better with the sun, but the moon isn't that bad. It's always with me.

I wouldn't know what to feel at this point..

"I didn't know you love the park when it's dark too.."

That familiar voice belongs to Moe..

"How did you get here?"

I asked her, the moon shining on the side of her cheek.

"I hate you asking questions all the time."

She took my hand and dragged me into another part of the sidewalk, where a Ducati 916 matte black is parked.

when did she learned to drive one?

"Hop on."

Now she's taking me somewhere after ignoring me for so long, she's very hard to read but from what I can see. She's just too frustrated in her own problems as much as I do.

but the gun wound, and the gun has always been a question to me.

"My brother left this when he died, i thought i'd take it for a run.."

My eyes widened in disbelief, her brother is gone?..

She forced a smile before handing me over a helmet.

"I am sorry.."

My tone could be barely visible to hear.

"I really don't like talking about it."

I gave her a nod.

"Can i atleast ask where are we going?"

I hopped behind her and felt uncomfortable as i felt my entire body tilt as the motorcycle did so.

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