There were so many things I noticed on my way home that I'd never noticed on my way there. Things I probably wouldn't have noticed if I hadn't met Kyra, things I wouldn't have appreciated the way he'd shown me to.
I was a long way from him, now, hours of driving, miles between us, and, still, I contemplated turning around.
He'd know, by now, that I was gone. Would he care as much as I did? Would be be devastated like I was? Even just a little bummed out? Or, would he be nonchalant over me leaving, and find the postcard I'd left him weird and pitiful?
Would they find another stranger to rent the room out to, like they had with me? Was I just another person in a long line of people to share their house, to share only a tiny, insignificant fraction of their lives?
I was wondering all this as I sat in an empty booth in a small café, one of many in the tiny town I'd stopped in to fill up. I was drinking coffee, paying an extra fifty cents for soy milk because I preferred it now, if only because it meant it reminded me of the three weeks I'd just lived.
Outside, I saw a van drive past, painted all sorts of different colours, like someone had tie dyed it, the words Rainbow Land in big, squiggly writing. I watched it go past, trying to imagine what Kyra would say. He'd love it, I knew. If only he could have seen it. It would have made him smile.
But he wasn't here, I'd left him behind.
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Stardust (Complete)
ChickLit2016. I met a boy with a whole universe inside him, his eyes full of shimmering stardust, like windows into his soul, shining so brightly I could barely look into them for more than a second. His body was like a bridge between the physical and spiri...
