Together

Green

"Hi,"

I look up from my hands. It's you. Your hair is down, and it reminds me of the ocean with its waves. Or of the internet, with all those wires. 

"Hi," I say cautiously back. I don't want to freak anyone out, especially not you. You smile, and I feel as though the world isn't quite as horrible as it seems.

"I was wondering," you say, looking down at the floor and then back up again, "If you wanted to come round to my house later?" 

Do I? That's like asking if a caged bird wants to be freed, or if a farm animal wants to be spared from being eaten. That's like asking if I want to breathe, or see the sun rise every morning. 

That's like asking if the sea is wet, or if the sky is high, or if one is bigger than zero. Or if I want to find a meaning in my life again? 

"Sure, I'll be there," I say, almost whispering.

"Cool," you say. And then you turn and leave. I sit there for a moment, and then I close my eyes and realise that I now have a reason to live.