Martin walked me home,
he sat down on the rocking chair,
balancing me on his lap,
like I was a child.
We sat there,
looking at the stars,
before Molly walked past,
not noticing us,
as she laughed whilst holding Brett's hand.
Martin noticed their hand holding,
I couldn't tell if his reaction was good,
until I felt him tense up.
"I have to go home. Goodnight."
He said before we stood up,
our lips touching lightly before he sprinted down the street,
I heard an argument,
but instead of reacting I walked into the house,
falling asleep on the couch.