Tittle: The Long Journey
prompt: Follow the leader
Disc: Mine? No.
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He walked slowly.
She followed behind him.
He looked at the dark starry sky, thought about something. Hands in his pockets.
She looked at his back, wondered about what he was thinking at the moment. Hands clenched on her chest. She bit her lower lip, half wishing that he would turn around to look at her.
They continued walking.
He did not say anything.
She had not asked him anything.
They were walking slowly.
She was unsure about his feeling to her, neither was he. They were both unsure about their feeling, especially his. They were both just too stubborn, or stupid, to ask.
She had been walking behind him for how long? He did not know, he had just realized it for a while now. One thing he realized was that she had been following him--including watching and admiring his back--certainly longer than he knew. Lately, since he realized it, he had some weird feeling to stop walking only to say something to her. Unfortunately he had nothing to tell her, he had no courage to do that. He could always ask her to stop following her, but no, it was too cruel. He was not that cruel. Besides, it was not like he hated her following him.
Sometime, when he was too tired to walk, he would stop. She would stop too. She would stare at his back, wondering whether he was okay or not. Yes, she was just that kind of girl.
The other time, he would run, and she would still follow him--no matter how hard it was to catch up with him. She fell and bled, but she would get up and run after his back once again.
There were times where he would fall too, and she would help him to stand up. Without him even looked at her. She was just that kind.
Until now, they still walked.
He still had not looked back.
She still had not given up.
But sometime, now, she would feel tired and walked a little bit slower. And he would slow down his own pace too, let her to catch up with him.
He had not looked back, yet.
She would never give it up.
It would be a long journey after all...
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