We ate our left overs from this morning for dinner, after we watched the sun set in the west. The sky was dark- a deep blue. And in this absence of light, the stars sparkled.
"I guess you're not one for talking?" She said, her head tilted up at the ceiling of the world.
"I'm just thinking," my eyes left the sky and traveled to her face.
"Did you every realize that we could change who are if we just tried. We don't need to live on this damn bench for the rest of our lives. This is not who we were made to be." She looked at me dead in the eyes now.
"Yeah I did, and then I failed. This is bench is my home, and I don't know if that's every going to change. I've tried to become something, and all I've become is the person who lives on this bench."
"Then let's try one more time, and become the people we were meant to be. I'm tired of living on this god forsaken bench,"
"I'm tired of it too." I whispered
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Benched
NovellerArden's a lost boy. He searches the city of Lorve for an empty bench to sleep on, and surfs subways to find these benches. He sleeps on empty benches all the time, until the one time he doesn't. Sleeping alone is completely different, than having so...
