Holding hands is a sign of unity, togetherness and most of all support...
"Boss, when I'm older will I remember you?"
His eyes locked with mine showing kindness and determination.
" You don't need to remember me and you probably won't see me, but I...
Walking down the street with the boy, my knees and hands sting underneath the bandages.
When he said he was going to walk me to school, I refused determined to go by myself and I was sure that he had other important places to be. But no he was walking me now and now that I think about it having someone with me was nice.
As I walked a little behind the boy/man, I struggled to keep up.
He has long legs I have little ones no fair, I thought.
"You know that when your older you will have long legs too. By the way you thought outloud lovey" He said turning his head to me, kind of smiling but not.
I giggled knowing my mistake, frowning I thought of something that would help me to keep up with him. Seizing the moment I slipped my hand into his, he looked down at me a little shocked but hid it quickly as he looked away seeming to think something.
I thought of something. "You know you can talk to me you don't need to hide that you are thinking something, I know I'm small but I know enough of wanting to talk freely. So please talk to me, I don't get the chance to talk with people other than my gang of friends and older adults."
He stopped walking causing me to stop to. Looking down at me his eyes were trying to form the words and in his eyes I could see his inner battle and decisions that had to be made.
I looked to him in empathy, I understood him. "Just know I'm here, I know your facing stuff right know and I know your a big boy and with that big, big problems to solve and your afraid to s-speak because they may put you in trouble. Just know every decision you make is the wright one no matter if its wrong, even though you look like a man, kinda you are still a boy with....feelings. Since you help, me I hwelp you." I looked back to the foot path nudging him along.
With that my mouth started to blabber about school and my friends and how great it was.
Sooner rather than later he started talking changing the subject and we talked about funny things about mud and silly things. It was nice. And I laughed so much. He was laughing to and it sounded like he hadn't done it in a long time.
As we kept walking my hand was in his and was little compared to his big one. We were nearly at my school, when a cool car approached. It was red, shiny and loud, but it was cool very cool so much that I recognised it.
As it pulled along side us the boy/man frowned stopping us and hiding me behind him. I frowned I like that car.
Standing there, another voice spoke, assuming it was the driver. "Boss what are you doing?"
"Going somewhere, I have business to attend" The boy in front of me's voice got deeper like a man and his body tensed. All I could gather was his intimidating body, it was like a click and he was...was awesome. He was not just a boy in a suit and Boss? Well I'm walking with somebody very important?
As I kind of wondered off in my thoughts, I noticed it was silent. Peeping my head around the boy in front me. The owner of the car had red hair, a serious face and his hand lazily over the wheel. I got my head back behind the boy in the suit, knowing it was none of my business.
But I couldn't help it.
"That's a cool, mustang 1967 GT!" I said, poking my head out behind the boy.
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