Sighs of Life

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~The p.o.v. from when there was a knock on the door at Sarahs house~

*Sarah*

I opened the door to see my brother. He was out for the weekend with his friends on a trip. I hope he had fun because my weekend was crap. Besides the part where me and Vanessa hung out all weekend.

"Hey Zacky" i say and smile.

"Hey little sis" he says with a toothy smile.

I roll my eyes. He's only older than me by 15 seconds...like cmon. My mom just had to have me 15 seconds later. Really mom? -_-

"Im only younger by 15 seconds" i mummble.

"15 seconds too long" he says

I stick my tounge out at him. I love my brother to death but god he can be so annoying.

I go up to my room to change into my running out. I feel like taking a run. The breeze outside is actually really nice. So i go up to my room and change into my full nike outfit. I grab my phone, headphones, and a water bottle. I tell my brother im going for a run and if dad comes back then tell him also.

Running is like a way of getting away for a while. You can run and never know where your going. You can go to the baddest place or the goodest place.  It's an escape from reality. ( and a good exercise). As im running i notice Damion on the swings by the park. I walk over not intending on talking to him just to pass by since the trail i run on leads that way.

"Sarah..." he trailed.

"Hm?" i answer while not really paying attention.

"Im sorry for whatever i did you've been ignoring me and i hate it" he says and i look up and stare at him. Looking at his sincerity.

"It's no- It's okay..and i hated ignoring you too. I just couldn't get myself to utter the words" i reply

He gets up with a big smile and hugs me. I hug back feeling safe in his arms. I internally cough in my mind at what i just said. And what i realized.

I like Damion Everson..wow.

Dun dun dunnnn. That wasn't a shocker i know.
I loved writing this part lol. Stay breezy you guys!

Until next time..Your author.

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