they fill with fire, exhale desire
i know it's dire my time today ;
—
"Wolfhard!"
how great
I simply suspire, inadvertently pondering how they found me ; but alas, we have known each other for six years, therefore it's quite inevitable that they know all my admired places.
the capilano suspension bridge being a precise choice amid the category.
of course they knew I'd be here.
"Caleb,"
He patted me on the shoulder with a beam as he then eagerly reached my side, Gaten and an irregular boy standing adjacent to him.
"Gaten," I belatedly acknowledged, as he gave a cramped nod in response.
I expirate a shallow breath as it blew out achromatic into the wind.
I tilted my head towards the boy with the bowl haircut "and he is?"
"Oh, this," Caleb briskly trotted up to him and nudged his arm with his shoulder. "is Noah."
I merely nodded and rebound my glare back on the numerous trees, uninterested.
I gaped at the familiar scenery as I trust the bridge rails with all 115 pounds of my body weight.
sure I've been here countless times, but this hidden sight never seems to loose it's beauty.
I admire the secrecy of the environment, away from all the hustle and bustle of what's known as Vancouver.
although I know it's unjust (and slightly illegal), I take pleasure in arriving after hours, while it's completely vacant.
I just enjoy the alone time
but obviously I won't be receiving any tonight.
I sway my head to the left, peering at the three boys, my glare descending and halting on 'the Beatles' wannabe.
I internally snickered, my pensive notions seeping into my thoughts.
I don't need extra friends, I don't need pity.
Caleb and Gaten are the only ones who spare from vocalizing their pity, and I appreciate it, even though I know inwardly they're concerned about my mental state.
but who isn't ?
hell, I'm even troubled about my mental condition occasionally.
Caleb and Gaten are my only companions — and I'm indisputably content with that notion.
"May I ask why you have that?"
