I watched them walk away. The little girl had freckles on her face, dotted along her gentle features. The freckles looked a bit distorted from the tears running down her face. She curled into the tall woman, who was standing looking as brave as she could. The man wrapped his arm around their shoulders. He smiled softly, and let out a shaky breath.
I walked away.
Indifferent.
Bag slung over my shoulder, no thoughts in my head, I trudged down the empty road. my shoes kicked dirt up into the air.
I stopped and looked to my right, at a house. A house that had previously been nice, blue, homey. The white picket fence dream type of house. Now, it was more of a nightmare than a dream. Half the windows were boarded up, half were dusty. A small handprint had been left in the dust, a reminder of something I never wanted to remember.
I looked back once more, to the drooping faces behind me. The ones I had left without a care. The man was sobbing now, with his hand over his mouth. His wedding ring glinted in the sun. The woman was on her knees, and the little girl looked lost.
The small girl looked up to me with hair in her eyes and a wobbling lip.
" Please come back, John."
I could never go back.
I began to walk away again, a fresh wave of sobbing resounding in my ears as I left.
