I rolled over on my left side, yanking my quilt over my bare shoulder. I slightly wiggle under it; trying to wash away the cold breeze from my open window on this chilly, yet soothing summer night.
Sighing and staring at the wall, I pick at the loose frayed pieces of my tank-top, hearing my parents argue through the thin walled room next to mine. Thankfully, my little brother was asleep and has been; it's always been tough trying to get him to sleep. Especially, since my mother and father started arguing. I never had the heart to tell him about the divorce, he was to young, yet he was very wise and I could tell he knew something was wrong. Part of me wishes I was as wise as he was. I wish I could figure out why they argued so much, and when they did, it was over money, how we couldn't afford our rent, barely enough to put food on the table.
Feeling the burning sensation in my nose as I was about to cry, I fold over the quilt, standing up and feeling the bitter cold floor on the pads of my feet. I wince at the feeling and shuffle my feet to my drawer; half asleep, I slip my oversized baby blue champion hoodie over my small body. Putting my hand on the golden, brass knob of my bedroom door, I slightly creak it open, seeing the silhouette of my moms body pace back and fourth through living room, waving her hands as she whisper yelled at my father. As if I hadn't heard enough. That's why I was going to the fence for the fifth time this week.
I slip my body through the thin crack, putting my hand on the door as I closed it, not wanting to draw attention at this crack of dawn. Stepping out the back screen door, I let the frigid air brush through my nostrils, feeling the tingling and the euphoria of it. I let the air brush yet again through the wisps of my hair and meet the back of my neck, letting goosebumps appear.
I let my eyes meet my cheeks as I take in this feeling that I may not feel again and how amazing it feels, but angry at how the earth and it's amazing elements only show its true beauty and works at your very worst. Its almost like an illusion. It's job is to draw you into this feeling of peace, serendipity, tranquility and utter silence and let you enjoy these last few moments of life or just this moment, before being launched back into this chaos called reality.
I walk the distance from my home to the large fence that separated me and the lovely and attractive boy across it. Nevertheless, I've never seen the boy, but I can tell by his philosophy and the way he talks, aswell as his gorgeous knowledge on life that he's a beautiful human being as I picture him in my mind. It's not that we don't plan on meeting, we just don't talk about it.
As I stand at the large, wooden privacy fence that separated our yards, I carefully fold my hand into a fist; lightly knocking, not wanting to disturb his peace, and his frequent escapes, sort of like mine when I take the air and everything in it in. "Ethan? Are you there?" I put my lips to the small split between the next piece of fence.
"yes y/n, I'm here. Is everything going okay with your parents?" He says soothingly and slowly. I can tell he's in his tranquil state of mind. I can picture his head resting on the fence, with his eyes fluttered closed. Talking to him was so easy, as it was for him.
"I mean— i dont know, I guess" I put my chin in my hand.
I hear the gravel crunch on his side as I hear him stand up. I thought it was adorable when he could read me easily and always tell when someone was bothering me or I was hiding something. "y/n. I know you're lying"
"Ethan. They are getting a divorce. They are fighting again and it's just getting harder and harder for me" I choke on my words, as my throat burns trying to to get those words out. I hold back my tears, wanting to have on my brace face. My nostrils begin to burn as I feel the tears build up in the ducts of my lids, threatening to fall any second.
"I'm sorry y/n. Surround yourself with the positives and those kind of people, it will turn around I promise"
I nod, "you the only positive person I have" I let the hot tears fall down my cheeks and lean my head back on the fence, feeling hopeless.
"Your mine to y/n. Your my person. Thank you,
I'm so thankful for you" he says indefinitely. I could tell he was smiling and blushing.
"Your mine more then so eth" I smile with giddiness.
We sit in silence for what felt like eternities, as I contain my smile and giddiness inside me. We sat, admiring each other's company and watched as the sunrise peaked over the maple trees and the new day greeted us once again.
