bell rings and other students run out of doors to classrooms.It
is a Friday afternoon in a small town in North Dakota. She does
not look at him, though it is not beucase she does not want to.
She knows not how to. She stands with her back to some lockers
and looks at the floor. He stands infront of her staring at the
top of her head with his hands in his pockets.As she clutches her
books she gives him a quick glance. She tries to look away but
the worry in his brilliant green eyes holds her gaze. By the time
she speaks, the hallway is empty.
She is confused for a moment but then relizes what he means.
She bends down and places her books on the floor. As she stands,
she rolls up the left sleeve of her baby blue sweater to
shamfully reveal her wrist and forarm. At first he does not look,
but when he does, he has to blink through tears. She starts to
replace her sleeve but he stops her by taking her wrist into his
hand. He rubs his thumb over her cuts lightly. She winces at his
rough, well worked hands. She tries to focus on one of the lame,
blue and grey school hallway tiles. Unnounced, he pulls her
closer to him. She is wrapped up in the security and wramth of
his familar arms.
He mumbles her
name into her soft, velvety hair. Slowly and unsurely she lifts
her arms to wrap them around his waist.She holds him as tightly
as he holds her.She cries silent tears and whispers:
"I'm so sorry,
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