A Little Death

The story of a boy who deeply wanted to share his love but time wouldn't allow him

"You must have a lot of time to waste"

The boy laughed out loud. "I sure do" he turned to lean back against the concrete wall, rocking his head back to stare at the sky. "And i'm ready to waste it". He was visibly taken aback by these few words which the stranger noticed, forming a small smirk.

He could feel the time stop, and even though it never really did and will never be, it was as if the world allowed him to take a break, to breathe. When he looked at the moon, it stared back at him. This time it didn't felt like it was mocking him. No.

For the first time it truly felt right.