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The Second Boy

My POV

I'm crying and trying to stop because I'm being selfish. I'm crying because I want him to stay, not for his situation.

I want to stop, but I can't.

He wraps his arms around me. He hugs me. I hug him back, and do my best to stop crying for him.

It's really nice.

I calm down.

He's upset too.

I can feel him shaking a little.

I don't say anything.

Hugs are another way to hide your face.

If he needs that, then he can have it.

Even if it means this hug means nothing.

Anything to help.

He breaks away, and looks almost like he did before. "I think I need to go now."

Go where? "Okay."

"Goodbye."

No. Please, no.

Good bye is final. Almost expecting to never see them again.

"Goodbye."

He turns and opens the door. Heading out. Leaving.

He stops, without turning around. I wish he would. "Thank you."

"Anything." I whisper. I don't think he can hear me.

I'm crying again.

He gets in his car.

He was the second boy in the story.

The one that would sweep me of my feet.

I start forward, maybe to tell him, I don't know what I plan to do, but he's already pulling out and he isn't looking at me anymore. I want to call out, but I don't know what to say.
I just watch him pull out, and his car vanish.

I'm not going to be seeing him anytime soon. Maybe ever.

I slide down, so I'm sitting on the porch steps, and just cry.

All the blushing makes sense now.

And the jealously.

And everything.

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Arthur's POV

 I could go back. 

I'm at the end of the driveway, and I stop.

I could pull back into her driveway, and... and... I don't know what. 

I look up at her now that she can't see me through the car windows. She's still standing on the porch, and when I stop, I see something in her posture change; something similar to how I'm feeling.

And that's what makes me keep going. Away, that is.

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I don't know how I'm going to drive with all this water filling my vision.