The Neighborhood

"So," I dragged out the word lowly, his intense gaze catching my brown eyes, "why'd ya move in the first place."

The question seemed to catch him off guard but I notice he wasn't necessarily surprised.

He hummed softly, the color in his eyes glazed over to a more dull gray. His mind lost as he searched for the right words.

The rustling of shopping carts and conversing echoed throughout our neighbouring grocery market.

There were certain things that I had to put a strain on since I was a very impatient person but this was something I had to respect. He was living alone and from what I could tell from little aspects he gave away, he was lonely a majority of his life. I didn't really know how I knew, it was a sort of feeling that gave off the sad emotion.

"I had to get away," Keith finally said, "what went on that night was something I didn't want to stay around for."

A dry laugh left his lips then a solemn silence took over.