The blur that was passing overwhelmed me. All I could think about was him. I was mad at him when I left. Now I needed him.
My heart was racing, I cursed myself. I was always hopeless dealing with emotions. To help my sanity I tried to keep my mind from entering our past. But that was no use, the memory of our first meeting took over.
It was the start of tenth grade and I was entering a new school. It was him who took me under his wing and helped me save myself from humiliation. He noticed me first, and I quickly noticed that somebody actually wanted to talk to me. I took in the five-eight brown haired walking towards me. I missed him so much and now I regret fighting with him.
My heart was beating faster, my panic was setting in. I was lost, I had run way too far. There was no way I could find my way home tonight. The curb was where I decided to sit and I just let the rain pour over me. The headlights of a vehicle shone down the road.
Who dared to face this downpour to drive around. I became even more nervous, i was a teen, alone, and hopelessly lost. The car slowed to a stop. Run, that was my first instinct but I was far too tired. The driver got out and opened an umbrella.
"You really think that I'm gonna leave you, you are always be first to me."
It was him, and in that moment I cried. A cry of relief.
YOU ARE READING
I tried
Short StoryThis is going to be written as a collection of short writings that I'm writing. They're short stories so I don't have to make a plot
