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Merry-Go-Round
Mello promised to take me to the carnival again... He promised that he would because he hit me... So, now he has to take me... I can't wait...
I walk into the middle of the crowd and look around. No Mello. Is he late? Probably... I guess I'll wait. I can feel myself begin to cry. But why? I quickly dry them off. Why am I crying? Today is a happy day...
I walk around the entire carnival to see where the best place to wait for him. The whole time, I hoped that I would bump into him and we would go on the Ferris-wheel like we did last time or maybe even go to the merry-go-round...
I walk through the crowd and still no sign of Mello.
He must be late... Maybe he got caught in traffic...
I stop in the middle of the crown and look down; thinking to myself the worst-case scenarios of what Mello was doing at the present time.
Maybe he forgot about me... Maybe he won't come... Maybe... Maybe... Maybe I won't see him ever again...
I felt a soft hand on my head. I look up and see a girl, smiling down on me. Her expression was so soft. I felt a little bit better. I could tell that I was tearing.
She took her hand from my head and scooped up the tear with her index finger. She smiled at me and I just looked up at her. I slowly began to shake into a bow. She returned with a nod and left.
I looked as she left. She was so nice and sweet. I watched as she disappeared into the crowd. The sight reminded of Mello and I began to walk around some more.
I go to a nearby counter and ask for cotton candy. The man handed it down to me and I turn around, as if he were standing behind me.
When I turned, there was nothing there. My heart plummeted. I really wished that he would be here. Where could he be?
I go to sit down on some hay that the horses ate from. I felt a tug on my panda hat and quickly looked up. A beautiful black horse was chewing on it.
I gave a meek smile and stroked its long snout. It's eyes were as black as the night... Or as Mello's clothing... Where are you, Mello?
The horse contentedly sighed as I stroked it. It somehow reminded me of Mello. Maybe it was its black fur or maybe it was its loneliness from the other horses. Either way, my heart plunged into even more sorrow.
I sighed and watched the sky. I could barely make out the stars.
Group by group, people left the park until I was left. I wandered the carnival; still lingering on to my hope that Mello would pull up on his bike and give me explanation after explanation of why he was so late.
I looked at the flashing lights that were just beyond the parking lot and thought of Mello. Why would he leave me here? Did he really forget or did he do this on purpose?
I slumped down. As I rode around the merry-go-round by myself, I finally succumbed to the fact that Mello was never going to come.
(On the other side of the parking lot, an ambulance loaded leather wearing man into the truck. His bike was completely broken.)
