Coincidences

Act LXIV

The last stop to Buster Pier stopped by just a second ago, almost with no passengers left. My slushie already melted to a cold, completely liquid drink. I, on the other hand, felt as depressed as I can be. I still could believe the news I just heard.

Zoey and Ty. Those two are...

There was no simple explanation to what I felt right now. It was more of a mix between disappointment, betrayal, and hopelessness. I was too late, just as he said I would be, and I can't do absolutely anything. If I see Ty, would I avoid him or punch him straight in the face? If it's Zoey, is it regret I would feel, or is anger a valid and justified emotion? Would I cower or stand up?

I simply just don't want the world to turn their back at me. I don't want to be lonely anymore. I thought I had you, Zoey. I thought you'd fill in that empty space. But I was wrong. I feel even more hollow inside. I don't want this to go on. Too many people have left me behind. I just don't want to be lonely anymore.

I had my eyes shut for a moment, to calm down a bit. The moment I opened them again, the silence grew, as if the waves, the wind, the world muted itself. I looked around; there was almost no one in sight. A teeny bit of the sun was all that was left, thus the sky darken by the second. Even if it was this late, there would be rarely this short on people. It was like everyone single one left.

I felt truly alone.

I stood up and, panicked, search for sign of, at least, anyone. The playground, the stores, the shore. No one. Everything was been shut down, left behind. I was living in a nightmare. I tried to call someone, hopefully, being able to hear a person's voice. The phone was dead; I've been using it all day. Someone, please.

"Hey, there, son.". A deep, raspy, unrecognizable voice called from behind.

I turned, and I saw a homeless man, clothes all tattered, sitting on some cardboard. His eyes were saggy, my beard wasn't groomed well, and it looked like he hasn't taken a bite in years.

It turns out I was right. The man begged, "Gimme somethin'. Please."

My hand grasped tightly on the plastic cup I had. I stretched it out and gave it to him, at least, to ease his hunger. "Here. It's about all I can give."

His mouth curved into a grateful grin. He thankfully said, "'S ok. Thank ya, kiddo."

"Glad I can help." I took off straight home, slowly striding, taking my time. The sun was gone, out of sight now. A weak, faint, but warm feeling heated my heart. It's about all the hope I have left. It makes me happy, that this feeling still resides in me. I am sad, but I still smile. That feeling was fading, but I am learning to make the most of it. I needed every bit of it. I continue to smile.