I mentally kicked myself. Why did that guy have to make me think about Aaron?
"Hey, come on. Come talk to me," The guy sounded a little bit sad when he tried to walk after me. "I didn't mean to make you cry."
"I'm fine" is all I could manage to say. He finally caught up with me in the parking lot where I was trying to get to my black Ford F350 truck.
"Please," he said. "Please just talk to me."
I whipped around to face him and my arm smacked the side of my truck. I didn't even feel the pain when I looked at him, still crying, and asked him, "What?"
He looked like he wanted to walk up and hug me. Which he did, and I let him. I cried into his broad shoulders for what must've been a half hour. All of the other cars had left the parking lot.
"Wh-what's your name?" I finally asked to the stranger who made me feel better. After all, I was hugging a stranger in the middle of the parking lot. Might as well have figured out who he was.
"I'm Patrick. What's your name?"
"Missy," I said. "I'm Missy." I kept sniffling while I was trying to control the amount of snot that was flowing out of my nose. I walked over to the driver's side door of my truck and grabbed a tissue. I blew my nose and wiped my eyes, then just sat in the seat for a minute to calm down and take some deep breaths.
I turned to the stranger -- Patrick. I turned to Patrick. That's his name. "You coming or no?"
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Crash and Burn
RomanceA girl gets in a heart shattering motorcycle crash and loses her best friend. A boy off of a dirt bike circuit finds her months later. Fate, destiny, or sheer coincidence, it doesn't matter to them. All that matters is that they're together. Or ar...
