Dancing With The Devil

Bleeding Hearts Still Pound

I walked around, the moonlight striking down at every house. All I knew was that Michael and Vanessa were looking for me. Together.. and all I could think about was Alex. It broke my heart, he broke my heart. But he's still my brother.

Life seemed to have twisted around itself today. On the surface, a moonlight walk would be romantic. But right now, it was just a walk to help release the tensions of the continuous ups and downs of a seemingly non ending roller coaster. l kept on walking along the streets and stopped every once in a while to think through it all. After a few minutes I stopped when I reached a grass garden, and violets spread all around the green grass. I lay down on my back and watched the stars.

Hands behind my head, I carefully watched every move, every star, and every glimpse of a light. It was a full moon, and the stars beamed across the sky, filling the entire universe with its soothing colors. The moon is in all its glory tonight, shining proudly in a full circle. It has stories to tell, but I don't have time for it, I'm busy writing a story of my own. The stars are too many to fascinate me, but the moon seems to slowly find its way into me. I tilted my head to look around, and saw a bench on the other end.

Maybe it was the confusion I was taking in, but I could have sworn that there's another person sitting on the end of the bench. He was real quiet, never uttered a single word, and just sat there. I sat up and carefully eyed the mysterious stranger who's sitting on a bench in the middle of nowhere. Then suddenly, he saw me. Pale blue eyes, dark brown hair, and a wrinkly face. In fear, he locked his eyes with mine never daring to reveal his emotions. I stood up and walked over to him, but stopped halfway.

This whole old man sitting on a bench at 10 pm sounded cheesy to me. Except if his wife kicked him out. Maybe she kicked him out because he spent his time on a bench.

He gave me a -don't come closer- look. Which freaked me out even more. And let's say I didn't handle it very well. I went closer. In your face old man. Though let's face it, he didn't really look that old, he was just.. pale? Not that I don't like old people, but I think he was in his late 60's or something. Which makes things even weirder. I leaned against a dark oak tree in front of the bench he was sitting on.

"So, what's your name?" he croaked in a deep low voice. The old man looked down at the ground beneath him, avoiding eye contact the entire time. "uh- hailey." I managed to blurt out.

"So, Hailey, what brings you here at a time like this?" I stayed silent for a while, as my mind processed who the hell I was talking to. I looked up and back at him, "I'm.. thinking?"

"Thinking?" he laughed gently, "tell me what your pretty little mind's thinking." I looked creepily at the old man. He just said pretty little mind. Maybe he's not as old as I thought he was. "Umm," I mumbled, "you know.. teenager problems? I guess."

He smiled and looked up at me for the first time, "you do realize that I'm old pumpkin? Tell me, what kind of problems?" I rolled my eyes to stop myself from laughing at him finally admitting that he's old. "Well," I smiled politely, "im having problems with myself.. because I feel like I'm doing the right thing but-"

"It feels wrong," he interrupted, "when I was young that was always one of my main problems, doing the right thing for someone but feeling like your somehow doing it the wrong way."

For a guy like him, I'm surprised he remembers his teenager life.

"I mean, it's not wrong.. but a part of me wants to say that my boyfriend is the one who deserves to go with me, but another small part of me wants to do the right thing and let my brother come with me." He looked at me, eyes shining with passion, "I think I understand. But you love your boyfriend don't you pumpkin?"