I blinked. I blinked. I coughed.
It was right it front of me. No getting around it. My heart said yes. He had just said no, but I still liked him. No matter what.
Rain starter to pour.
I puckered my lips, and whimpered; “Please?”
But he was already gone. And I could never- ever find him again.
I was only seventeen, a teenager. But my want was worse than a toddler.
I see him every day, but he isn’t real. Or he doesn’t want to be. Or I don’t want him to be.
“Where have you seen him?” My best friend Lily asked.
“Lot’s of places.” I replied.
“Like where?”
“Everywhere.”
Lily gave me a stern look. “Emma. Seriously. Where?”
“Don’t call me Emma!” I screamed.
“Why?”
“Because Henry doesn’t like that name.”
“Who’s Henry?”
“That guy! Okay? Call me Joe. He likes Tomboys.”
“But you aren’t a Tomboy.”
Yes I am. I walked out of the room, got in my car and drove away. I looked out the window I looked at the rain.
Then I saw a man, with crispy red hair smile at me.
Was it Henry?
I came over and looked at him. We exchanged looks quickly. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the trees. I dissapered. Waiting
 Minotauris · Thu Jan 31, 2008 @ 12:39am · 7 Comments |
