He whispered."You sure you're okay? I mean after what happened, you ran off. I'm just worried about you, you know?
"I know," I say, biting my lip with my hand cradling the back of my neck. I breath in, to try and explain, but I stop myself. I look up to find his eyes on me. He seems to care, he really does. But after last week. I can't be sure of anything.
I quickly look away, not wanting to see him. I wish he would dissapeer, but then I don't. I don't know what I want.
He's looking down now, shifting his weight back and forth. I feel like I'm supposed to say something, to let him know I'm ok. That I'm fine. That he can leave. But I don't.
After a few more moments of him waiting he gives up. "Look, I get it. You don't want to talk right now, and that's fine. Maybe some other time." And with that he walks away. Part of me wants to pull him back, make him stay with me here forever. To hug him and never let go.
But he keeps walking, farther and farther down the pier. I do nothing to stop him. And with that he is gone. I am here, alone.The air seems to get colder. As the space between us gets bigger, I shrink. I shrivel up into my own arms, allowing only one tear to fall into the lake below.
*this isn't necassarilly the start of a book, just something I wrote. If you'd like me to make a book about this than feel free to tell me
