What Might Have Been
By. Tate Icasa
Chapter Seven: It's a Beautiful Night
A/n: about a week has passed. Closer, closer. . .
Bill and Keely sat on a bench in the park. It was almost nine but they didn't have to go to their homes until midnight. The night was silent. There was no one else in the park.
Keely pulled something out of her pocket. It was a folded piece of paper. "This is what I wanted to show you. I wrote it after my best friend moved away."
She showed him the song she'd written.
"That, that's beautiful," he whispered. "Why did you want to show it to me?"
She shrugged. "You told me about your best friend. I told you about mine."
"After he -he right-" she nodded, "after he left, did you find someone else?"
"A best friend? Yeah, Via." he shook his head. "You mean someone else to love? No. Did you?"
"No," he said softly, "not since then.
"Oh," They sat in silence.
The same old look in your eyes
it's a beautiful night
Bill got up. "I, I have to go."
"Do you have to?"
He nodded.
I'm so tempted to stay
but too much time has gone by
He walked down the street toward home.
I have to get away from her, he thought, before I say something I shouldn't.
"Bill, wait a minute, I'll go with you."
We should just say goodbye
and turn and walk away.
Bill didn't stop. And he didn't look back.