I own nothing.
Curly sat trying to pick open the lion's habitats. I wanted to reach out and comfort him. I wanted to say something, anything. I just stood there looking at him. I let out a sigh.
"What are you doing here?" He asked breaking his bobby pin inside the lock. He cursed under his breath. He was still so upset. I tried to speak, but drew back. What could I say? He wore his heart on his sleeve and I broke it.
"I... I didn't... I didn't mean it." I muttered. I was also so good with words? Why was it that now when we were alone, they failed me?
Curly didn't say anything. He walked away. That was it. We were done. As if we had ever gotten started. I sat on the bench wishing that I was once again nine, and I didn't know how I made others feel. I felt something hit my head. Rain. It was always rain. I ran for cover in the gift shop. I say a familiar face checking out.
"I thought you left." I said. He just looked at his bag and handed my a poncho. "I can't wear this. It doesn't match my outfit." I said looking at the blue garbage bag with a hood.
"Wear it or don't. I don't care anymore." He said putting on his own. I put on mine. He stopped at the door.
"We better get you home." He said. Since when was this part of Curly? Were was his crazy side? I followed him. We barley said a word. When we got to my door, I had to ask.
"Does this mean you forgive me?" I had to say it, but I son regretted it.
"How can I forgive someone that never apologized?" He asked with an evil smile. I was about to argue, but I remembered. I never had apologized. I had only tried to push the blame away from myself.
"I'm sorry." I whispered, but he was already gone. I went inside.
"Miss you're soaked. Are you crying?" my maid asked. I move my hand to my eyes. I hadn't even noticed.
