Chapter 31

After talking with Spot, I simply walked. I walked any where I could and I walked for what seemed like hours. I did not cry, but the pain on the inside was heart breaking. My whole life, I was looking for someone to love me, to care for me, but I guess I am just not the kind of person to love.

I was still in Brooklyn, pushing past people was I walked forward with my hands in my old, tattered pockets and my cap covered head to the floor. I kicked pebbles ahead of me and knocked shoulders with passer byers as I headed toward the park.

The trees roots gnarled into the ground and children played with each other, rolling on the grass and hopping around with dogs and friends. It was late afternoon and it was a beautiful August day.

I had enough of watching joyful people and got up off the bench and began to walk back to the lodging house. Strolling around the corner of tall brick building, I walked into someone, "I'se sorry," I said, looking down.

The person grabbed my shoulders and pulled me to him, pulling me into a kiss. I opened my eyes wide and noticed it was Spot. Putting my hands on his chest, I pushed him away from me and dusted myself off before looking him in the eye.

He had a smile on his face as he looked at me, "Cross, I was looking fa you'se," he said with his arms held out.

I put my hand out and looked at his smile, "Why?"

He pushed my hand down and put his arms around me, "Because, Cross. I l-love you," he whispered in my ear as he began to kiss my neck.

A lone tear rolled down my cheek as I pushed away. Spot stared at me with wide eyes, and that is when I saw it; the ice cold sheet of saddness was still over his crystal eyes.

I squeezed my eyes shut; he didn't mean what he was saying, and his eyes and moment of hesitation showed it.

"What was dat foah?" He asked, clearly exasperrated.

I crossed my arms and looked up at him, taking in a hot, shaky breath, "Y-you don' mean it, Spot," I said simply.

He opened his mouth and closed it, only to say, "A'course I do!" He said hesitantly.

This response only caused me anger, "Spot Conlon, or who ever you really are, don't play with me," I said, shaking my head and pushing roughly past him, "It doesn't help me, Spot," I said softly, "It only hurts."

I said before running off, I could not let him see me cry over something so stupid like that. The tears rolled over the bones of face and evaporated into the sky as I sprinted home. My legs were on fire and my body felt about a thousand times heavier, but I kept going, not daring to glance back.

I made it to the Lodging house without a single issue and ran up the stairs into the bed room Spot and I share.

I shut the door and threw myself onto his bunk, sobbing into Spot's pillow.

I was done with this world, I can't handle anymore.

Maybe it was time to simply quit.

End of Chapter!

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