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Ben came over right as the sun began to hid beneath the mountains’ top peaks. He yelled,
“Come on, we’ve going out walking!” He hasn’t even made it all the way in through the door, but I didn’t care to disagree. We headed out of the house, on our way up King Street.
We used to walk until the sun rose outside, but that was before. It has been a long time since then. We wandered a few feet up the road, to a pay phone. We stopped so he could make a call. I looked in to see him enclosed by the glass. He seemed safe and warm, despite how harsh the frigid air was outside. He was smiling, until he hung up the receiver. The smile fled from his face, and he stepped out from the booth. We continued walking up the street.
As we walked forward he took my hand, and said “The stars seem so much brighter out here, away from the lights, don’t they?” I replied with a simple nod. Who wants words to spoil things?
The wind began to blow. It made us both shiver and walk just a little bit closer, just a little bit faster. Whenever I’m next to him he always smells like summer, even when it is mid-fall.
“Is this all the same stuff as back then? It’s the same, I know that, but it seems... it seems different... I think,” when I closed my mouth, I wished I hadn’t spoken.
He laughed and look up from the dried leaves he was kicking on the ground. Right then a car flew up the street throwing the leaves around us. It startled us both, but we both denied it with a laugh. It startled me more than him.
“It feels like 3 am, but not 3 am today. Like yesterday, or the night before.” He laughed as he realized he was just spurting out thoughts. “S... sorry. That doesn’t make sense.” I laughed back, and we looked at each other.
A rare occurrence, we only look at each other when we laugh. I brushed some dead leaves from a bench on the curb of the street, and we sat down.
“Cold?” I asked, but he only replied with a look, a glance. Despite the lack of light, I could make out the frosty green centers of his eyes.
I know why we don’t look each other in the eyes often, he does too. I could tear him apart with a single glance, as he could do the same, but no one says things like that out loud. We only think them. We know they’re true, even if we don’t say it.
“It gets really dark out here. It’s nearly pitch black. The starts are brighter here than anywhere else. But, still I want to break away. I’m going to go somewhere great. No matter what anyone says,” he smiled as he spoke.
I put my hand on his shoulder, and he rested his hang on my lap. We sat, maybe for ten minutes, maybe for an hour. Who knows? Eventually he spoke and broke the fragile silence.
“Are you okay?” His questions always carry a certain tone of concern. It makes me think he could care, or maybe even that he did care then.
“Of course I’m ok.”
Who doesn’t like a white lie or two?
“We need to get going, it’s late.” I stood up, and he followed.
We walked back up the street. It was still dark, still cold, still autumn; all that had changed was us, and not all that much. Taller, older, maybe just a little wiser, but still the same. Technically, we’ve had it all, but we were still empty handed.
We walked silently back up the street, only a few blocks, until we stood in front of my rust colored door. For a few seconds we looked at each other; I could see his breath. He pulled me in close and wrapped me in his hug. I whispered,
“I hope you decided to stay.” just as he pulled back.
He kissed me lightly on the cheek, and slowly walked up the road. After I moment I shut the door. I walked up each step of the steep stairs that lead up to my room and watched his silhouette fade away through the stairway window. And then I laid down on my bed, coat and all. I slept better that night than I ever had.
“Come on, we’ve going out walking!” He hasn’t even made it all the way in through the door, but I didn’t care to disagree. We headed out of the house, on our way up King Street.
We used to walk until the sun rose outside, but that was before. It has been a long time since then. We wandered a few feet up the road, to a pay phone. We stopped so he could make a call. I looked in to see him enclosed by the glass. He seemed safe and warm, despite how harsh the frigid air was outside. He was smiling, until he hung up the receiver. The smile fled from his face, and he stepped out from the booth. We continued walking up the street.
As we walked forward he took my hand, and said “The stars seem so much brighter out here, away from the lights, don’t they?” I replied with a simple nod. Who wants words to spoil things?
The wind began to blow. It made us both shiver and walk just a little bit closer, just a little bit faster. Whenever I’m next to him he always smells like summer, even when it is mid-fall.
“Is this all the same stuff as back then? It’s the same, I know that, but it seems... it seems different... I think,” when I closed my mouth, I wished I hadn’t spoken.
He laughed and look up from the dried leaves he was kicking on the ground. Right then a car flew up the street throwing the leaves around us. It startled us both, but we both denied it with a laugh. It startled me more than him.
“It feels like 3 am, but not 3 am today. Like yesterday, or the night before.” He laughed as he realized he was just spurting out thoughts. “S... sorry. That doesn’t make sense.” I laughed back, and we looked at each other.
A rare occurrence, we only look at each other when we laugh. I brushed some dead leaves from a bench on the curb of the street, and we sat down.
“Cold?” I asked, but he only replied with a look, a glance. Despite the lack of light, I could make out the frosty green centers of his eyes.
I know why we don’t look each other in the eyes often, he does too. I could tear him apart with a single glance, as he could do the same, but no one says things like that out loud. We only think them. We know they’re true, even if we don’t say it.
“It gets really dark out here. It’s nearly pitch black. The starts are brighter here than anywhere else. But, still I want to break away. I’m going to go somewhere great. No matter what anyone says,” he smiled as he spoke.
I put my hand on his shoulder, and he rested his hang on my lap. We sat, maybe for ten minutes, maybe for an hour. Who knows? Eventually he spoke and broke the fragile silence.
“Are you okay?” His questions always carry a certain tone of concern. It makes me think he could care, or maybe even that he did care then.
“Of course I’m ok.”
Who doesn’t like a white lie or two?
“We need to get going, it’s late.” I stood up, and he followed.
We walked back up the street. It was still dark, still cold, still autumn; all that had changed was us, and not all that much. Taller, older, maybe just a little wiser, but still the same. Technically, we’ve had it all, but we were still empty handed.
We walked silently back up the street, only a few blocks, until we stood in front of my rust colored door. For a few seconds we looked at each other; I could see his breath. He pulled me in close and wrapped me in his hug. I whispered,
“I hope you decided to stay.” just as he pulled back.
He kissed me lightly on the cheek, and slowly walked up the road. After I moment I shut the door. I walked up each step of the steep stairs that lead up to my room and watched his silhouette fade away through the stairway window. And then I laid down on my bed, coat and all. I slept better that night than I ever had.