I lay down on my porch. Staring at a beautiful stars. A gentle breeze swayed over me. Hours had passed. I sat up, and inched towards my dog; Bean. I looked on the road, car after car passing. None turning into my long driveway, I sighed. Stood up, and walked toward the door.
"not today" I mumbled.
I looked back, noticing Bean wasn't following me. He was still staring at the road.
"You coming?" I said. Bean gave the road a last glance before following me to the door.
I came inside, my mom gave me a sympathetic look.
"He'll come back" she said, always looking on the brighter side of things.
I looked at her sternly, "what if he doesn't?"
She gave me a hard glare, she hates it when I talk negative.
"He will." She said softly.
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