A part of a story I’m working on…

I wanted to hold her hand.

I wanted to keep her safe.

I wanted her to be in my arms knowing that everything was alright.

I had to change all of those wants into needs if I had to. But here I was, staring at her, helpless in the comfort of herself and a book.

I can’t even call myself a friend if I’d be here in the dark corners of these chaos-filled walls of our school. I knew I had to do something yet I just stared blankly with a straight expression and walked. Walking slowly, and slowly… Muttering silent curses that sound like formulas under my breath knowing, wanting, and desperately needing her existence in my sort or slightly of introvert life. I just needed my best friend back.

She wanted to escape reality. Yet she never knew that so did I.

I went back and caught myself at her gaze and simply told her

“Why can’t we just escape this hell hole together?”

She rose up throwing her bag for me to bring, grinning and responds.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I looked at her walking a few steps ahead of me and all I was feeling was that story…