archives of love

3 | parallels

3) parallels

she was bending down, knee on the concrete. there was a little kid wailing, face parallel to the overarching sky that seemed to impose itself on mortality. where's your mother, she asked. here, i'll wait for your mother here. i don't think she would leave you alone. no, she would never abandon you.

he marveled at how she said those words unflinchingly. he remembered how he saw her, collapsed in the snow three blocks away from the school. he had passed by with his boisterous and laughing friends with those tattered vans he had decided to wear in his stupidity. his feet were shuffling across the ground, seized by music, and the vans were flapping on the ground as if they were birds shooting across the surface of the glassy sea. and then he saw her, basically faded into the background of endless waves of white. he stopped.he had seen many people hurt before and one of those many people was himself.

he instinctively told his  friends to run along ahead and knelt down in front of her, knee on the ice cold concrete. someone had told him his instinct to do good would lead him to ruin."your desire to expect the best and good out of everyone will ruin you, my boy," were the words.

hey, what's up? what happened? are you alright? the words would be of no help, but he was naturally a charismatic person that made the stupidest things sound wise.

the girl looked up. she really was dissolving into the snow, nothing but the vapor spilling from people's lips. my mother left me, she said. i'm all alone now. 

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dedicated to @paintmeintrust because she's so supportive and she's a dear friend i've missed!