fiction

"I don't want to do this anymore," I said, "I'm tired, I want to go home."

I could feel his eyes on me as i stared at his shoes.
At the cracks of the pavement.
At the fallen leaves.
Anywhere but his eyes.

"I'll walk you," calmly, he spoke.

The walk was painful.
It was a busy Saturday night and cars honked and people laughed but the silence between us was the loudest.

I was angry at him and i wanted to scream at him and push him away but at the same time, i wanted to hold him and tell him i forgive him.

I felt both my heart and brain telling me directions to two very different ways.

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hi ok, this is a work of FICTION.
FICTIONNNNN. it did not happen to me, so please, do not ask me on formspring why i fought with him and blah de blah.

I thought of this earlier on as i was walking home with my mom to the bus stop haha.