Over the blue-some days, I gazed at the way our feet shook beneath the cold pavement.
Our hands never touching and our eyes never meeting, but we sat in the same space. With a small gap between our aching fingers, we began to try to talk.
“It’s cold today.” You chuckled and I almost wept out of satisfaction. I wonder how you could still snicker—perhaps it was what you needed. I hoped so.
“Like us.” The words slipped before I held it. I would not apologize. It was the truth. It was the pain.
“I know.” It was whispered.
WORD COUNT: 100
Thank you for reading this story. If you want to talk about random things with me, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.