Stalker (Cryle)

Where angels live

Technically I wrote this chap after the one called 'hi' but wattpad is stupid.

Kyle's POV
Home sweet home...

I wasn't happy that I was home again but I don't think I would've been able to continue my strange trip with Craig. At that moment I was angry, sad and many other. I wished that we would've never left, but looking back, this run away has taught me lots of things. It made me realize how good my life actually was, maybe I was the one with problems, and I blamed other people for it.

Then and there I decided something, something that I really really shouldn't have decided. I decided that I will change, I will go back to my previous life, but this time, I will be part of it too. Just forget everything, forget the escape, forget Heidi, forget...Craig.

Yeah, I don't know about that, will I be able to forget him? Will I ever be able to pretend we never met each other? I really want to, I know it's the best for me this way,...but will it work?

Let's just put all of that aside for now, focus on your current situation Kyle! I realized I was still standing in front of my hose, like I just froze or something. How will I say hello to my family again? I only realized now that they had done so much to me, they tried to help me all this time and I pushed them away. Same thing goes for Stan...oh dear Stan. Why did I do this to you? He was my best friend, he spent nights and nights with worrying about me, he was genuinely just trying to help. And what did I to? Broke his nose, nice move Kyle.

I did a bad thing, all the things I did in the last two weeks are bad! I shouldn't have broke Stan's nose, I shouldn't have leave with Craig, I shouldn't have kissed him, I shouldn't have...fell in love with him. No! Kyle, use your head, all of these are bad! Be normal, be like everyone else, fit in with others! If you don't act or look like they expect you to, you won't ever get anything besides hate! Your a piece of garbage on your own, you have to be like them to be worthy!

I felt like going home was less important at the moment, first I had do apologize to someone who I hurst for no reason. I turned around and walked away.

As I made my way to the bus station, snow slowly started falling from the sky. I always thought that snow is very pretty. As a kid, I believed that every single snowflake was a tear of an angel. Do I still believe that? Or I just want to believe it? It would be nice to know who's actually living up there, in the sky. They must have a beautiful view, seeing everyone from so high up, seeing all the beauty and sadness in the world from just one small window. If I would live there, I would just sit on my chair and look out on that window all day.

I felt more relaxed, I was still a little bit worried about what's going to happen, but this time, I didn't even care that much. Whatever is going to happen, is going go be normal, things like this happen to everyone, right? Even angels cry sometimes.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the bus stopping. We must've arrived. Since Stan's family has moved to the farm, I'm used to taking the bus to his place, especially in a cold morning like this one.

It felt strange, but also calming, to be back. It was good to know that everything stayed almost the same. I ringed the doorbell, my hand was shaking a bit. No answer. They are probably still sleeping, then I'll just leave. I hope I didn't wake anyone up. It was good to take a look at the farm at least.

I was about to leave but I heard the front door opening behind me. I took a deep breath and looked back. Stan was standing in the doorway, he still had bandages on his nose. Looking at him made me feel something weird, happy but also sad. I felt like being here, talking to him, gave me back an old, loyal friend, but I also lost someone who I'll never get back.