The next night, my car, of course, decided not to start again, so I was left to walk to work. Again. I let a string of curse words slip off my lips and then rubbed the side if my face. "Lovely."
On my way to work, I saw the same person from last night sitting on the curb, gazing up at the sky, a look of sadness now evident on their face. I felt a pang of guilt and quickly walked passed them.
I felt guilty the rest of the night.
// night three //
Tonight my car did start, since I had my friend, Pete, come over and help me out with it. As I drove down the road, they were there again. My heart tugged a bit, and I frowned. Why were they all alone? I almost felt bad, what the hell is wrong with me? I barely even talked to them!
They didn't leave my mind the rest of the night.
// night four //
Tonight I didn't have work, but yet I still went out on a walk, hoping to find them, and hopefully talk to them, just to make sure they were okay, that they were happy. I walked and walked, I walked for hours, hoping to find them. But I couldn't.
And the rest of the night, I was worried.
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the persistence of memory ♤ frerard
FanfictionThat's the only time I saw him. When the moon was out. // 2017
