I stared at him a little longer than normal, while he was picking up the plates to put them in the dishwasher. A great cook, yet he still prefers to live this simple, I thought to myself.
''You wanna go for a walk?'', he asked, turning to look at me, ''It'll do you some good''.
Biting my lip, I couldn't find an answer to that question. Gosh, if I wanted to heal and move on, I had to start somewhere, right? I never had the courage to take a risk on my own; always playing safe, always in the corner, always finding an excuse to be in the dark.
''Yeah, sure, I could do that'', I answered in a low voice, but knowing he heard me.
''Great! That way we can take Thor, he's missed you so much''.
I laughed at the mention of his dog. The most friendly, lovable and obedient dog I've ever met. I remember the first time I saw him as a puppy: he was found inside of an old box, while we walking our way to college. He picked the puppy up and took him to his place, forgetting about college that day. They've been inseparable since.
''It wouldn't be a walk without Thor'', I said with a smile.
The walk was enjoyable and silent, and I liked that. The fresh air, the light of the sun was warm; every sound was appreciated by my own ears. Even Thor's barking was a pretty energetic sound. He was humming a song I couldn't recall in the moment. He looked happy: I wondered the reason behind it. But I didn't dare to break this blissful silence.
''Told ya it'd do you some good'', he said without taking his eyes off the path, ''A long walk always helps for any case''.
He wanted me to answer, or to say something at least, but didn't he see how good we were without the need of talking? But maybe I was wrong, 'cause in the instant I looked at him, he was humming the same song again. Buen tiguerón.
In a rush of an impulse, without any reason, I took his hand and held it softly. He returned the gesture by holding mine tighter, and it felt kind of right. None of us said a word, for they weren't needed. I wanted to enjoy and appreciate the walk a little longer.
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Short StoryIt's what you're telling yourself to do. It's what you know you want to do. But, for some reason, words just don't come out.