close call. [part II]

she took a deep breath of warm, moist air. it smelled of rain. she hummed a simple song, and lists were running through her head: post office, market for bread and milk, drop off a book for him, write an email to her about the meeting...
stop.
her thoughts were interupted when she noticed someone in the distance who looked familiar. they were good friends. was it him? too far to tell.

ah, it is him, she said under her breath. she started to smile in greeting when he looked at her, but he quickly diverted his attention to the ground.
she muttered, needed to make sure the sidewalk was still beneath his feet, i imagine.
the cold realisation flooded the pit of her stomach as she felt it turn hard as stone. barely able to breathe--he doesn't want to talk to me.
alright, she thought. let him go, if going will make him happier..i'll not interfere. he'll speak if he wants to. reason. i must hold on to reason.

i almost went to him uninvited.

close call.



remind me of Home.