I looked up and there he stood. Both my mind and eyes were fading quickly.
But I couldn’t help but stare into his dreary blue ocean eyes that today were dusk and painful.
They hurt me just as much as they hurt him.
I knew that.
But what he didn’t know was a whole other series of lies.
What he didn’t know was a whole other series of pain.
What he didn’t know was what I was meaning to hide.
I hadn’t told him everything that incident just before the school day ended, before the dawn broke.
I wasn’t planning to tell him what I already did.
Was I going to be able to keep it to myself?
That thought collided with another and was thrown out of my head because just then his hand was outstretched.
It was waiting for me.
Then before I knew it the spaces between my fingers were no longer empty.
His fit perfectly in between mine.
Just like they always did.