6: Untouched
Limping down the steps backwards I close the door as we leave.
The girl has already found her way to the yard.
I'm a little slower than her.
For some reason I don't feel well, but it's not my leg.
I know what adrenaline is and that's what it started as, but this is something else.
Something much more painful, for everyone.
There's no one here, it's just us.
Something's wrong ...
ask her ... I click
"Hey, wait for me" she's leaving you behind
"How long ?" she replies
Time shifts
..."What?" our eyes squint
"I said where did you park your bike?" a slight change in tone
that's not ... "I drove the truck." I forgot
It was her attempt to revisit closeness through small talk, failing. She understands why but that doesn't make it any less devastating. The intent can be whatever lie you need at the time. It makes you feel better, but the impact ... that's where the real damage is done.
"You don't have to be with me, I just wish you wouldn't be with a monster" I growl more than I expected. Am I frustrated? Why ? She hasn't done anything wrong.
"Don't talk to me like that, I'm just your friend."
"It's like I mourn him."
My hand reaches to my side, grasping my keys, one in particular, it's always with me, cold-steel
The static is overbearing, painful, tensing my body as the electric rush runs through me
"The only one I ever cared about losing, I never had." I look down and see a penny
She doesn't believe in luck.
"If I needed to talk, I would reach out and you would respond, because you are a good friend. You don't have to do any more than that." Sharp
"I'm just disappointed, I know you care ..." now standing on the steps
It's raining, somewhat cold.
I look up as I taste the salt disguised by sky
"You didn't do anything wrong" she trails off softly ...
-Tails
"You're just trying to help" I know what comes next
I flip the penny to the heads side. I trust you
I curse the sky as I look up
It's bright, heavy, hot ...
her voice low, worn, tired ... "You're just my friend"
back turned to me
she hugs herself, her head tilts
she used to have such a happy ponytail
dancing as she walks, no more
distant now, fading, fuzzy
a distorted speakerphone call
and I'm muted
"...my best friend"
It's,
okay.
Candy
go to her
no worries
slowly, Gently
Hold her, calmly...
I care about, stop... don't
you'll hurt yourself again...
No! Say it defiantly, wincing
despite the pain of the outcome
This is the moment time freezes...
Only I can move in this space...
I... care about specific people
I care about us, about—you
and as we say nothing
we stand, tensely
we stand quiet
...untouched
bad candy
Daggers,
We click
