I sat on the swing and swung back and forth aimlessly. The hem of my black dress swayed against the skin of my legs and my pink hair feel in front of my eyes. I didn't want to see. I didn't want to feel. I didn't want to feel my clothes, well-worn and washed, or my hair on my shoulders, I wanted to become a shell of solitude and swing back and forth…back and forth.
the tears stared then and I couldn't stop. Not once had I cried until then when I was at the peak of my loneliness that the tears fell. They hit the gravel beneath my feet and I stopping swinging and just shook.
I heard footsteps behind me but didn't look up, the footsteps stopped and then I turned my head to see the shoes of whoever disturbed me from my solitude.
Black ,Large. I looked up more to see a fitted suit and a red tie. I look up fully to see two glassy green eyes looking back at me. They help no compassion or sympathy. Just a blank stare but somehow it didn't bother me.
I looked away, ashamed of my crying and he began to walk closer to me and stopping in front of me, our shoes touching and knelt down. I turned to him again, he didn't go away and his expression didn't change but he wrapped him arms around me in a tight hold, the tears came again as I held onto him as if my life depended on him. He didn't complain, he just knelt there holding me. I was so grateful of that. No words just comfort.