Left Behind
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
873
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Left Behind
Left Behind.
Do you see those two? No, not those ones, over there. A girl, blonde and pretty; and a boy, big eyed and slender. The girl is buried in the boys collar, she's crying, howling, like she\'ll never stop. He's not, his eyes are huge, but they're dry. His pain is beyond tears. Ill bet, if you looked at his eyes, the hurt in them would bestrostrong even you'd feel it.
They've been standing like that for a while now. Almost half an hour. I wonder who left? Friend maybe, family? They could be related. Whoever it is, he's definately loved, if those two are anything to go by.
She's wiping her face on his shirt now, but I don't think he minds. Probably doesn't even notice. He won't be going home tonight. He'll go to her place, and look after her. Nah, he won't try anything on, at least not tonight. He'll hug her untill she cries herself to sleep, tuck her under the covers and leave her room. He'll sit down on the couch and in the middle of the night, and have his little weep. "˜Coz its not manly to cry, is it? Now that whoever's gone is gone, he reckons he has to be a man.
You could go over there, give him a pat on the shoulder, or even just a smile, to show him you understand. I'd do it myself, if I weren't stuck behind this counter. But no, Ill give you your coffee and you'll sit down and read the business section of the paper. People have to say goodbye everyday, right? Life goes on. So will theirs.
Eventually.
Do you see those two? No, not those ones, over there. A girl, blonde and pretty; and a boy, big eyed and slender. The girl is buried in the boys collar, she's crying, howling, like she\'ll never stop. He's not, his eyes are huge, but they're dry. His pain is beyond tears. Ill bet, if you looked at his eyes, the hurt in them would bestrostrong even you'd feel it.
They've been standing like that for a while now. Almost half an hour. I wonder who left? Friend maybe, family? They could be related. Whoever it is, he's definately loved, if those two are anything to go by.
She's wiping her face on his shirt now, but I don't think he minds. Probably doesn't even notice. He won't be going home tonight. He'll go to her place, and look after her. Nah, he won't try anything on, at least not tonight. He'll hug her untill she cries herself to sleep, tuck her under the covers and leave her room. He'll sit down on the couch and in the middle of the night, and have his little weep. "˜Coz its not manly to cry, is it? Now that whoever's gone is gone, he reckons he has to be a man.
You could go over there, give him a pat on the shoulder, or even just a smile, to show him you understand. I'd do it myself, if I weren't stuck behind this counter. But no, Ill give you your coffee and you'll sit down and read the business section of the paper. People have to say goodbye everyday, right? Life goes on. So will theirs.
Eventually.