Writing challenge returns
Staring at her staring at him, he wondered what she thought or why she still came here, longing, maybe lusting, after someone he never were.
It was in the days when they used to learn that he met her, back a little longer than when they were now. She was a bit older than him, already out of school, already experienced in the ways of life. Him, not so much, more unsure than anything else, more afraid than anything else.
She used to say that she missed the innocence of life, the way kids just sway in and out of their own emotions, their own pasts.
Her tears unshed, their lips closed, they just sat close to each other, not close enough to feel each other’s warmth, yet not far enough to be embraced by the cold of loneliness.
She said that she felt like sh!t today.
He said that it just wasn’t cool and hip to feel like sh!t these days.
In the long seconds that passed, silence split between them, an invisible barrier that was just a bit too visible for them both.
Finally getting up, he asked her if he would see her again. She smiled and just nodded her head, not meaning it, not knowing it for sure.
The days faded by and night fell between them both.