I was upset, so I went for a walk. Yes, it was snowy. Yes, it was cold. But I trudged through the wintery mess with my head hung low. The whiteness made my neighborhood look different. Almost unrecognizable. Like a bleak, never-ending road lined with communist houses. Weird.
I looked like absolute shit, but I didn’t care, I didn’t think. I just needed to clear my head. Little did I know that I would run into him.
I heard them calling my name and pretended not to hear. There were 5 or 6 of them running around the backyard, playing some game that I didn’t try to decipher. I quickened my pace and tucked around the corner of the little brick house, nearly tripping on the stairs. “Wait,” he said. Oh, God. I turned around and there he was, standing behind me with his hands in his pockets. He wanted to talk; I wanted to get the hell out of there. “Hi,” I said with a shaky voice. I started to turn, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me down next to him.
We sat on the step together, not saying much of anything. And then I started to cry. He just held me in his arms and stroked my chocolate hair.
An hour went by.
An hour went by.
It was dark when we finally came back to reality, so he walked me home. We got to my front stoop and he hugged me tightly. I closed my eyes and just let myself be still and know. Be still. Be.
I slipped inside and watched him walk away.
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