Not always right, baby

6.

Cold morning made him open his eyes. Clouds instead of usual sun light caused his forehead frown. He slowly got up and went to the bathroom.
Quick shower let him feel better, the yesterday's tiredness faded.
Sitting in the small kitchen, watching the city while sipping coffee he wondered how IT is he's always back here. Did he imagine coming here for good?
Never.
He got used to Miami weather, that's one. And two-the most important thing- he realized that is not the place or the waether he misses most. Not even his job.
People. He missed his friends. H. Eric. Calleigh.... Not having them around made him feel uncertain. When did they become so dear to him?.
He never needed people. Never after...the accident. He promised himself that while standing at a cemetary watching Andy Being put down there. He saw broken people, Andy's friends and classmates- he was always so good with people. Had Time to chat or Play football. Everybody liked him. And they were all crying, even the guys from the School football team, weeping in the Arms of their parents. Andy's girlfriend- Eve. She was standing there, crying, the tears on her face were running down the neck, straight to her Simple Black dress. If not the umbrella they would have met the rain that was pouring down.
People were standing there talking about the finished life of a young Man, terrible accident and the pain his parents must have felt. He Heard that whispers behind him. Everything he could think of was the feeling of loneliness. He had nobody left. His parents were here of course, IT wouldn't be nice not to Come, but as his dad said-just for the service and then home. Speed was happy with that. Not that he was afraid of crying in front of them, or weep.
He knew there will be no tears. He felt empty inside, like a puppet. He was trying so hard to look calm. But inside everything screamed with pain.  Sadness. Anger. He put up his eyes to look at the grave. He met Eve's eyes, looking straight at him. He saw the same emptiness in them. She nodded him and he knew that she understood his despair. He then noticed her talking to her parents and going towards him. She took his hand and they both came closer to the parents, to give them condolences. He remembered And's mum squeezing him so hard that it hurt.
Shaking hands with his dad he saw how much older he became in these few days. He went away then, hearing his mom whisper- couldnt You wait for us Timothy? We should go to them together....
They left him outside the house- father was running to work and mom was to pick up Harry from the babysitter. He remembered standing in front of the house- desperately thinking What to do next. Entering his room he noticed his cassettes, books, posters and everything became so unimportant. Tim??? He heard from downstairs. Not answered that. His brother stormed inside smiling broadly. But he couldnt just smile back.
The same was the day he decided to leave. Harry was standing there playing with Tim's camera.
-Want IT? Tim murmured.
-Your Polaroid? Really? Harry was about 8 or so then. Can I take a photo?
-Let's do IT like that- Speed set IT on auto mode and put IT on the desk. The photo was taken and Harry smiled aloud.  Look, it's us ;)
-Yeah...IT is.... -Then he gave the boy the camera.- You take good pictures. Its yours.
-Really??? Really?
-Yeah kiddo.
-And You?
-I'll buy myself a new one.
-Oh great Thanks!! He left running.
Speed knelt down and took the backpack from under his bed. Then looked around and went down quietly. Entered the cold, starry night and dissapeared. Never came back there.

He didn't even notice his coffee was cold. As he had nothing to do he decided to take a walk and pay somebody a visit.
Standing there on the cold day like many years before he nodded and said
-Hi And. It's been years....
But nobody answered back.