peculiar // h.g

chapter 4

sophie

The school day ended, leaving me tired and vague. On my walk home i thought about Hayes. I thought about his personality, his eyes, but most of all, I found myself thinking of what he said. It kept replaying in my mind like a broken record.

"Safe haven."

What could he have meant by 'safe haven'?

I continued my journey home and I noticed a small run down toddler a
park, and there he was. Swinging on the lifeless swings that creaked like sharp nails on a chalkboard in rhythm. I stopped in my tracks for a second to realize what he was really doing on the swing, and that's when I saw a small tear drop out of his eyes. He was crying. Just like he said he did. I felt a sudden pain in my gut telling me to do something, but I couldn't. I stayed frozen. My mind was telling me to run and jump in his arms while I whisper gentle and reassuring things so that whatever made him so miserable will make him better. But I couldn't.

He wiped away his last tear and slowly got up from the beaten swing and grabbed his book bag. He turned in my direction with a puzzled expression. My eyes became wide and I took one step forward before stopping in my tracks once more. He turned around quickly and walked away, holding his head down. I frowned at his choice of actions and slowly started walking again.

I reached my house and immediately I was greeted with emptiness, except for my lowlife older brother named Tyson. He was laying on the couch wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxers and eating a bag of barbeque chips. He had his eyes glued onto the screen that was playing Gotham. I rolled my eyes and walked upstairs to my bedroom and throwing my bags onto my carpet. I walked over to my white bed and fell straight onto my back with my arms spread out widely, before my eyes slowly shutting together, and falling into a deep slumber. I'm infatuated.

hayes

I was on the swings, as usual, thinking about all the miserable and negative things in my life. I shielded myself from the positive, not wanting to let any of it in. A small tear fell quickly off my cheek onto the wood chips underneath the creaky swing and I. I wiped away the last tear that was able to fall before my attention was placed on the girl standing across from me. Her eyes were wide and a worried expression was plastered on her face. I turned around and kept walking with my head down not wanting what just happened to look like a big deal.

I reached my front steps before taking a deep breath and opening my door.

"Your home." I heard my dad say from across the room.

"Yeah, I'm um, going upstairs." I hesitated. I received no response before making my way to my bedroom and falling onto my bed. I thought about the next day and what it will be like confronting Sophie after what just happened. My eyes shut to the beautiful picture of the girl glued into my brain. I'm infatuated.

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