Beside You
He now understood the meaning of the expression "in our own little world." When the two of them were on her porch, talking to each other (even though it was mostly her talking to him), with the fireflies twinkling in the dull glow of the porch light and the low murmurs of his Uncle and her mother behind them, he had felt something that was slightly unfamiliar, pleasant and a bit frightening at the same time.
And when she had shown him her scar, there was that connection between them, the understanding between two people who shared the same kind of experience, even if it meant something completely different to each of them.
She had been the only one who could truly get through to him, even if it was for only a few brief moments.
Despite his silence, he felt comfortable around her and at ease. Even if he didn't say anything he felt as if he could tell her anything.
Before she left him alone, she had kissed him on his cheek (which, after his mother left, was an action completely foreign to him) and smiled.
Now every time he found himself alone and tired, that night came flooding back into his thoughts like a sweet drug he was addicted to. Then he would allow a small smile to appear on his face before falling asleep, for one minute allowing himself to dream.