He didn't bring his notebook this time.
I felt the small distance between us, even as I sat down right next to him. Had I sad something wrong? Perhaps the picture was something too private to have talked about. But he must have known I would see it. I decided not to bring up the notebook, or it's absence today.
"How are you today?" His face twitched. Like he was trying to convey and emotion, any emotion would have been better than the blank stare I received.
"I don't know." I had almost given up on an answer, and not he leaned forward on the bench, his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands.
"Is this about yesterday? If I was too forward-"
"Yesterday?" He looked up at me, and my heart clenched at the sight of the tears that had escaped his eyes.
"Oh, love, this isn't about that."
"What then?" He sighed, one of the saddest sounds I had ever heard, and faced his head forward, staring at the street in front of us.
"Are we friends?" I hadn't expected the question after what I had asked, but the word warmed my heart. Of course I wanted more, but friends...that's a good place to start.
"Of course." He sniffed, and I longed to help him in some way.
"Then will you hold me and not ask why?"
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I'm Waiting
Cerita PendekIt was always the same bench, at the same time, every single day. Why? What was he waiting for?
