Her solace was the tears she shed in the middle of the night, when she knew there was no one to listen to her sobs or notice her wet pillow..
He found salvation in the blood that often oozed out of his hand.
When their paths meet, will the blood be...
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t’s a cloudy morning and I feel a little more cheerful than the past days. The cheerfulness is a new, nascent feeling to me and I hold onto it, like dear life.
I stand in front of the mirror and rehearse the conversation when I would ask the boy about my dad’s watch. It’s been a long while since I have initiated a conversation and doing it now makes me nervous.
“Have you found a way to repair the watch?” is the question I stick with, because I can’t find a better way to phrase it.
I get to school and I do not see him anywhere in the corridors. I am already late, so I get to class as soon as possible. I try not to push through people because I am afraid they would acknowledge my presence and say something.
When its lunch time, the cafeteria gets all crowded and as much as I hate crowded places, I don’t really have a choice. I spot the boy’s friend but I don’t spot the boy himself. The break ends and he still doesn’t make an appearance.
He didn’t come to school.
Maybe he is sitting at home, repairing the watch for me.
