Delusional

Chapter Five

I think what's even more bewildering than the encounter with him is the fact that he actually had my number, and I realized this when he texted me later that day. The text was vague. It barely contained anything except for the address to a small diner I was familiar with and a time.

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I decided to go to the diner after doubtful consideration. It was strange, and it could be a setup, but I was too curious about what happened to him, and in honesty I wanted to help. I'm not known for my world renowned actions to help those struggling in society, but there where was something about him. He was pretty, and I mean that in the non-gayest way ever. It was just that his eyes are bright compared to the ones I see in the mirror everyday, and I think at one point mine were too. I don't want him to fade away like I did. Nobody saved me.

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When I arrived at the diner I sat near a window, so I'd have something to look at. If he can't be classified as a stranger then he can at least be classified as strange.

I took a look around the small place. It's all sights that I've seen before. I'm sitting on the farthest wall from the door, and across the room from me is where the kitchen and counter stand. A young girl is working the cash register behind the counter, and she doesn't look happy about her job as she chews on her gum with a bored look. She looks like the blondes in all the movies. I'd screw her. My gaze drifts to the wall opposite the girl, and I see posters and portraits of people and things I don't recognize. I think it was the owners failed attempt at a retro theme from the 70's or 80's. My eyes immediately snap to the door as I hear the bell above it ring, but it's only a couple of people I recognize from school. I'm not sure why, but I'm actually anticipating seeing him. It's the type of excitement where your head races with things that could go wrong, and you get dizzy with anxiety thinking about all the possible ways you could embarrass yourself beyond repair..or maybe that's just me.

However, that's exactly what I was doing when he walked in and looked around for me before sitting across from me.

I looked at him silently. I was honestly a bit shocked to see him. He stared back at me, but he didn't seem as timid as before. He looked rather determined. It kind of scared me. I was hoping he didn't murder me with salt as my eyes glanced to the napkins and condiments pressed to the wall on the table.

"I'm sorry about what you saw...it must have looked weird," he finally said quietly with the timid look returning as he dropped his gaze.

"Can I ask what happened?" I said slowly taking note of the dark color of skin that circled his left eye and the way he grimaced in his position like he was swimming in a pool of needles.

"You don't want to hear it anyway," Patrick murmured passively looking back up at me with that hopeful gleam people get when they tell you they're fine, but they're begging for you to argue otherwise or ask just one more time; I did. I asked him if he was okay. That simple question that some people hate and others are searching for.

I suppose he was one of the few searching for it because he spilled.

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