My world...

Our world....

-Here we are. he said. We were standing on a bridge. Under it there was a closed road (no idea why). Far away from us but still seeable it was the highway to Alambama. It was beautiful. I have to admit i didn't know what was it, but this pace had something that made special. Only then did i relised Ed was looking at me. I turned my head and look at him. - You like it? he asked me.     - It is..... different. And by defination different is beautiful. He smilled and i felt like i was flying.     -Just like you. Ed turn his face quickly and looked at me with a "whaaat?" look. Have i said it out loud. No, no i couldn't, i shouldn't....... damn! I tried to act calmly. -What? i asked. I had to say something to cover it up somehow..... -You are.  Actually you are like a treasureor a magnet to me or so. I mean your personality, this little part i have seen is amazing, like no other. And I mean you are a magnet to me. I have done things i have never done before. I have a nice talk (it's been ages since the last one). I didn't got home on time and my mom should be freaking out. I followed somebody i don't know that well to a place i don't know. And you know something? I love all this. The place, the view, the peace and quiet, the walk till here, your company, our talks. That all seemed so little before you came along, because after my dad's death i had nobody to talk to. Not like that. - I understand. I have friends outside school and we talk sometimes but not like that, never like that. After my father died.... I laughed. He looked at me with an angry look. He might think that i was laughing about his dad, but i wasn't. - You know Ed i don't believe in faith but what else could it bring you here, into my life? You should also know that we can be very good friends. I mean look at our stories. We are the same. Everything was beautiful til our fathers died. We have lack of people to talk to and then we meet. I mean who could i talk to and understand me better than you. Is there anyhing else than destiny you could think that brought us here? - I don't know what is it, but i'm glad you are now in my life. - Me too. At least now I'll have somebody to talk with about my father since my mother never got over it and i had to face it alone when she was living in his memory. Ed looked me with sympathy. He saw me he understand by looking me straight in the eyes. I haven't even noticed but i was crying. Ed hold my hand. - Tell me. he said. I waved, i start telling him about my dad, our games, our talks, our walks and about that day whn he was repairing the garadge and a piece of our woden roof fall to his head and killed him. About my mom that refuse to accept it, about me being alone while i was getting through it. And i was still alone even after. Of course, Mary didn't count. She couldn't understand. I told him about arguing with my mom a couple of nights ago. I told him everything. And he hold my hand looking me at the eyes. And i just felt better. Like i was leaving useless things ago. Like i was throughing away the rubbish.

[Andrew]

 We sat there withour legs in the air. Under them the road. And she told me everything. I hold her hand. I could understand her. I guess i felt simillar when my father died. I watched her crying. The air was blowing her air back so her face was uncovered and i "examined" her for a while. Her hot chocolate/ brown eyes were turned red because of crying. I couldn't see her like that but i knew i had to let her express it and finally let it go. She should accept it a hundrend percent. Her soft lips were moving just as much it was needed to let the words get out of her mouth. Sometimes the wind brrought her long brown hair to her face and i put them behind her ears. When i was touching her, her face i felt like electricity passed through me. When she finished i hug her and kept her there. - I know what it is like. Ann i have been there. Keep your happy moments with him and cerry on living. If you want to think about him go to your garadge or even here. Any where that is quiet and remember the good days. Nowhere with noise because that will make you cry and that could take you back to the begining. Trust me you don't want this.        -That is why you come here? she asked me. - Yeah, sort of. I come here to observe the highway. I remember the good days back to my birth town Philladelphia. This is the only place to Alabama that i..... -We are in Brouklyn. - Sorry i get confused i move a lot lately but thank God this time i am close to my friends. It is the only place that reminds me our world. - Our world? she asked - Yeah. The close road is us and the highway is our friends. We are always together but they don't know how we feel or how we think. - Mary is my highway. she said. -Well i can saw you my highway (friends) tomorrow. If you can. I need her to say Yes. I don't know why i just have a good time when im around her. - Yes, i guess. I am free tomorrow anyway. But not today. Thanks for listening Ed but i have to go to practise. See you tomorrow. - See you.   She left and i sat there looking at the highway smilling. I was for the first time happy although i was far from my friends. Wishes fullfilled!