a Wednesday afternoon 4:56pm
It was extremely warm, the kind that beams at the back of your head and causes sweat to seep into the collar of your T-Shirt.
But just this time at that moment it drowned us in comfortable light that resembled a warm bed after a cold shower. However, an uneasy air of silence hung around, provoking me and the boy beside me.
It had all sort of happened, nothing terrible to cause this small break through at the thin string of red. So we strolled side by side, arms brushing often, causing my forever clammy hands to become warm and steady.
The heat layered itself as minutes ticked. Creating an uncomfortable burn at the small of my back. He seemed alright.
Suddenly the sound of our unsynced steps fell into an abrupt stop. Beneath a tree that offered little to no shade. Where we usually say our final goodbye with a hug and flutter of a kiss.
This time I had found myself alone and facing the view of an empty space before me, he was gone.
"See ya'"
To say that I wasn't affected by this would be a lie but to also state that I had dropped to my knees and poured my soul into the ground would be an even larger lie.
The closest emotion I could relate to is shock. I thought that this kid wasn't good enough for my time. So instead of following after him I sharply turned and walked straight up to the crossing street light.
It requires a lot of effort to describe to you the exact scenery and feeling that follows after his sudden departure.
"I think I love you too much"
It's a bit foolish, personally, the idea makes me cringe. But watching him slowly come to a stop and shoulders sag with regret. I felt a sick pang to my stomach when he had turned on his heel, steps speeding up into a soft jog. Reaching me before the light turned red.
You could tell he was sorry, for such a small thing.
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