I know it's really short, but I'm super busy and these things just come in short spurts.
I walk down the dark road. It's about midnight. The moon is hidden by storm clouds. Shadows of tired trick-or-treaters are cast along the dusty sidewalks and roads by the dim light of the old streetlamps. I can hear the low rumbles of thunder in the distance. The wind is howling like a wolf. The boy beside me, my best friend, takes my hand in his. We walk. Shadows drift out of sight and the night becomes gloomy. The colorful houses are now a pale sepia shade. Some darker and dustier than others. I see a little boy, maybe four years of age, walking with his older sister. I stop them. He has very little candy in his Jack O' Lantern. I hand him my pillowcase full. We walk on.
Niall smiles at me and comments on how sweet that was. Not really though; I hate candy. He ends up getting rid of his as well. I stop beneath a street lamp and examine my watch. Two in the morning. "Are you tired?" he asks me with a strong Irish accent. "Very." He turns his back to me. "I'll carry you." I smile at his kindness and climb on his back. He's strong. With my arms draped over his chest, I rest my head on his shoulder.
I smile as he talks to me. He knows I'll listen to him, even if I'm tired. I eventually let out a fake snore. He chuckles, sighs, and then whispers. "You'll never know how much I love you…"