"Where are we going?" I asked Cato, who is 20 feet ahead of me, swatting millions of branches out of his way.
"You're just following me." He said simply. I am not. He offered me a fun time. I ran up behind him and playfully pushed him in the back, he fell face first into the ground and hit his head on the big rock. Before I could catch him, or help, he was nearly unconscious.
"Cato? Oh, shit. I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry, Cato" he had blood coming out of the side of his face and he looked through me like a ghost. "Cato. Can you understand me? Do you know what I'm saying? Cato?" I shook him repeatedly and kept screaming his own name at him.
"I remember the first time I saw you on Tele. You looked so. .I thought you were. ." he drifted back and forth and then he closed his eyes and fell asleep. I kept shaking him and calling his name.
"Cato? What? Finish your damn sentence! Wake up!" I didn't know what to do. I had never treated anyone before or I had no idea where we were. The only thing I could do was pull out the tissue in my pocket and gently dab the cut on his face. I let him rest and I stood up and tried to walk in the direction I thought Cato was taking me in. After what felt like a half an hour of walking, I thought I should give up and go back to Cato. I could still see his body on the ground but I reluctantly took a few more steps forward. I fell out into a clearing, a beautiful clearing. In the middle was a big lake, with light, skyblue, crystal water, with babypink flowers on Lilli pads floating on top. A big, tall Willow tree hung over the lake. the green vines sunk down into the lake, next to the stump of the tree, looking out onto the lake, was a long white bench. It was the most beautiful thing ever. And Cato was bringing me here. I knew he was. This is my place. I'm meant to be here. I wanted to sit on the bench. With Cato. I turned around and ran back to his unconscious body. while I was running back, I was just at the place where he laid when I tripped over a vine and fell on top of him. My body landed right on his stomach in a huff. Then I knew I'd welcome him up in a start.
"Ouch! What the hell? Why am I bleeding?" Cato said sitting up, lightly touching the cut on his head. I knelt down and reapplied the tissue and dapped the cut. It didn't look so bad anymore.
"I playfully pushed you in the back, and you fell and hit your head." I said quietly. Cato pulled away from me and stood up and crossed his arms. "I found the lake. It was beautiful" I said and stood up and faced him.
"Okay. Yeah. That's what I was taking you to. Let's go." He said and walked ahead of me. I was amazed he was even standing right now. I wanted to ask him about what he said before he passed out. But I was too chicken. We walked in silence to the lake again. When we got back, it took my breath away again. I noticed new things. The sounds of quiet little birds that filled the silence. The way the lake swayed in time with the vines from the tree, different things. Cato went and sat on the bench while I noticed everything new. I went and sat down next to him.
"I love it here." I breathed out.
"Me too. I thought you would. It reminds me of you." Cato said lightly. Without awkwardness. Without shyness. Just said it. And it fitted.
"Cato.." I began. I wanted so badly to know what he thought of me, I wanted him to finish the sentence. "You started to say something before you past out. About what you thought of me when you first saw me on TV." I said.
"Really? I don't remember. It's like when I'm drunk, I don't remember anything I say. I proberly just make shit up." He said simply. Like it didn't matter. Just like that, I thought I meant something to someone. I thought I could be something with someone. But no. I'm just a thought in a head. A drop in the ocean. A leaf of many leaves on the vines that are on this tree. I mean nothing. Just apart of this game. And a part of this world. One person. Without making a dent on anything or anyone.
With that, me and Cato sat silently together. Without touching, no words. Just the sounds of birds and the light sway of the wind. I could stay like this for hours.