People. Every single one of them rushed past me not even realising I was there. I was invisible to the world, I never wanted to go home, I wanted to just melt into the wall. By the time everyone had gone I realised that someone was watching me, not staring. They walked towards were I was sitting and it looked like they giving me a way to just leave, I didn’t see them clearly as my hair was in the way, but I felt like I could trust them as they weren’t forcing me to stay or speak.
Once they realised I was okay with them being there they sat down, and again they gave me space but not enough so it could be a separate party, but enough so that I felt the comfort. I finally looked up. He gave me a soft smile to say it will be okay, all he said was hello, but he didn’t push me. I muttered a “hi” in return just as a thanks. There was something in his eyes but I didn’t quite get what it was. All I know is that if I tell him what happened he won’t just walk away, he won’t judge me. He might even be able to help.
