Stars Above You

fourteen

The wind rushed to play with my hair.
As we ran long miles, from here to there.
The trees were swaying, small birds chirping,
And the calming feel
Of the hand I was holding.

-Isabella Atienza

. . .

"So you liked holding my hand, huh?"
Emilio was smiling.
"It was only for poetic purposes."

Yet the smile grew wider.
"If you say so, then."

I sighed, again.
"Look. That doesn't mean I already want to be your friend or anything.
If your grip on my hand wasn't that tight, I would still have stayed and washed the dishes."
His face was now screaming an apology.
"I understand. I apologize, miss. "

I turned to face the living room bookshelf.
"It's alright. For I, uhm, still thank you. Going outdoors kind of helped."
He smiled again. "You're welcome."
Then there was a long pause.

I stood up.
"Shouldn't you be with the others? You know. Doing important stuff?"
He looked shocked.
"I almost completely forgot!"

He walked, fastly, towards the door.
But before he opened it, he had turned to look at me once more.

"Don't surrender, Isabella. I'll help. We'll help you forget."

When he finally shut the door, I was once again left in silence.