Dream Walkers

21. "-Because no one ever does.":

Clutching onto the edge of the wooden bench I took a few deep breaths while my eyes stayed fixed on Jordan who sat down on my left.

My lip quivered, feeling my teary eyes filling up.

"Please go away." I hesitantly faced forward, scanning back over the ancient pictures.

I sat there for a moment hearing no reply from him, even though he was quiet I could feel his warm painful presence next to me. Dispute my request for him to leave, Jordan continued to patiently wait at the end of the bench as if time ment nothing to him. As if he was able to sit there for hours and hours until I would give in.

The distance between us weren't more then a single metre, he was close enough to touch, close enough smell his aroma of sweet sunscreen.

But the truth is; the space between us was infinite light years away, making it impossible for me to cross back over to him.

"Why are you here?" My shattered voice finally muttered.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see his head slowly turning towards me as he hesitated before scooting closer towards me. "I think we both know why I'm here." He softly said.

I did. I knew exactly why he was back, but that doesn't mean I wanted to except it.

Maybe people ask question to which they already know the answer, hoping for a better one - begging even.

And maybe some people never face up to the question they have to ask, scared of the answer. Feeling more at ease being oblivious to the truth, trying to hold onto the imagination. Running away from reality.

It's cruel. Building up our hope just to crash it down. Like Jenga, building up the small tower of wooden blocks just to pull one after another out hoping it wouldn't collapse... But it always do. It has to. It's just a matter on how long you can delay the inevitable, isn't it?

Reality always seems to catch up, knocking you to the ground no matter how hard you try to avoid it.

As we both sat in silence next to each other we studied the dusty faded out memories framed up onto the wall, remembering the roots of Willow Creek High.

His knee slightly grazed against mine sending thousands of goosebumps running down my leg leaving a cold feeling lingering, something I never felt before. Something I longed for over the past two years.

Feeling a warm tear busy coming down my cheek, my throat stinged anticipating the pain the next few words that's about to leave my lips would cause.

"I'm getting worse, aren't I?" I asked in a mere whisper as my head laid up against the cold plaster wall as I clutched my backpack in my hands.

He took a deep breath, hunching forward before turning his head back up towards me.

Meeting his grassy green eyes without a foolish grin or famous smirk was unfamiliar. It was saddening, draining even.

He rapidly blinked as his lips slowly parted attempting to answer me, but quickly bit it back before slowly nodding implying a dreadful 'yes'.

Licking my lips I turned my head away from him, admiring the the bright honey coloured rays streaming through the hallway windows. "It's okay." I faintly muttered, clenching my jaw

"This might sound crazy..." I started to trail off turning back to him as I wiped away one stray tear forming.

"I'm sure it wouldn't." Jordan pitifully smiled, sitting back up gladly ignoring my previous question.

"I think I did it." I slightly nodded searching for his calming eyes.

"I think I broke that window." I added seeing his confused silence.