One Moment, A Breather

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A breather, one moment.

Submitted: January 16, 2015

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Submitted: January 16, 2015

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“Oh how I wished for it to change.”

Mark thought as he stared upon the horizon of yet another new day. The little will he had mustered pushed him to get out of bed just to admire the sun rise within the premise of the university park bench. “The early bird…” he thought on as he observed the ever growing string of students emerging from their safe havens and into reality.

“This is what life’s all about.”

The cool breeze that accompanied the ever stagnant atmosphere signified the slow approach of a much cooler winter. He had all but been ready to leave his state of mind when a friend pulled by. “Mark!” his friend walked up.

“Not so loud jackass, I’m just starting to grasp myself.”

“Hah shut up.” He smirked, “So what brings you up this early? I’m sure you’ve no lecture for another two hours considering we start at the same time.”

“I could ask you the same thing, Danny.”

“I jog every morning. I’m sure I’ve mentioned this more than just once.”

“Right.” Mark replied as he reclined back into solitude. The winds had picked up and down by the minutes. Only humbled by the sounds of man. The two sat at the bench for what seemed like ages.

“So…,” Danny spoke, “Am I going to hear your reason or what?”

“Nah man.” Mark retorted

“Why not?

“You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“How about I be the judge of that?” Danny replied in chuckle.

“Well…,” Mark began, his throat slightly arid.

“Do you ever contemplate killing yourself?”

Danny stared at Mark, his eyes widened for a time before he reclined back in his seat. He laid back, a leg hoisted on the other, in glaring nonchalance, no care in the world, before reverting his attention to Mark.

“Every Wednesday, Mr. Brown’s lectures. Drives me nuts. And don’t get me started on Mr. Harris! Always talking about his son. The great doctor! I mean jeez!”

The two shared a look before bursting into hilarity.

“What the world would think if they rummaged through our minds!” Mark said as tears of laughter rolled down his cheeks.

The two shared in silence as the sun starred in its appearance. It’s hues of bright yellow making a break for the dark blue sky that not so recently ruled.

“Danny,”

“Yea Mark?”

“Promise me that you'll never change.”

Danny looked upon the emerging horizon, a smile spotting his face.

“Never.”

Newspapers and magazines, phones ring and texts take air. The things that we despair aren’t off from things we hold and share. A moment’s seldom held if not the words we can’t declare. They spring in hope that things might never change and seek compare.


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