Going Away.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story about getting away. About leaving.

Submitted: July 09, 2012

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Submitted: July 09, 2012



“Fuck everything.”

The lighter continued to click, but the flame was long gone. The fluid had been out for hours, and yet he clicked the lighter anyway.

I shot a glance over at him, trying to decipher his mood. It was probably angry; it always was when he was coming down. I avoided his eyes by looking down to his scuffed combat boots. I used to want a pair, but the way he used them made me no longer want any. In my mind, they would forever be related to violence.

“Yeah.” I said, my voice an empty echo following his. I showed no emotion, I didn’t have much right now anyway; I was too burnt out.

His eyes caught mine and reflected curiosity.

“What? Why do you say it like that?”

“No reason.” I looked away. He knew me too well. I felt his gaze, hard on my back. I still made no move to turn around.

I shivered as I felt a sudden closeness. He placed his hands on my face, turning it, forcing me to look at him.

“Come on, babe. Don’t be like that.” I blinked twice then backed away.

“It just makes me shitty when you say those kinds of things, you know. I try to tell myself you don’t mean it. But it makes me feel like I’ve failed you. I’m supposed to make you happy.” I wrung the edge of my shirt, distracting my anxiety. I took a deep breath and smelled the air. It was stale, and the smell of old weed hung around. The floor was covered in burn marks, the walls in graffiti. Everything was the same as it always was. This was our own place. This was our home.

His eyes followed mine as they trailed the walls. He looked back to me. “I am happy. I’m happy when I’m with you. I am happy when we’re together.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course I mean it. I always have. I’m just tired of being here, you know? I’m tired of going nowhere.”

I held his hand. “But this is our home.”

He pulled away. “This is our temporary home. I’m unhappy here, but not with you.’

I looked down at my own shoes now, covered in personal graffiti. I closed my eyes to think. They remained closed as I spoke. “So let’s leave.”

I heard his boots scrape across the ground as he turned to face his body towards me. His hands reached for mine. “You want to?”

I nodded absentmindedly. “Of course I do. Let’s get away.” I opened my eyes as I smiled over at him. He returned my smile.

“You’re right. Let’s get away.” The gleam in his eyes showed a spark of the boy I fell in love with. The boy I always loved.

“Really?” My entire mood brightened. I stood up, and he rose beside me.

“Yes. Of course. I want to leave here, and I want to take you with me. We can leave tonight if you’d like.” He squeezed my hand and moved closer. I no longer withdrew from his touch.

I threw another glance around the room. This place would not be missed. I looked up at him, his smile contagious, the warmth from his hands encouraging. I was ready to leave, and it was always supposed to be with him. I only needed to say one simple word.


He picked me up in a hug, swung me around, and kissed me before putting me back on the ground. “Fuck yes! Awesome, babe, fantastic.” His face grew serious, but not in a bad way. “You know what?”


“I love you.” He smiled sheepishly beneath his glasses and leaned in. I laid my head against his jacket, the smell of worn leather and smoke providing comfort.

“I love you too.” I said into the fabric. He laughed and kissed me on the head.

“Come on, let’s go.” He picked me up and carried me through the doorway. I laughed playfully, and before I knew it, we were out the door and into the car. I didn’t think twice. I didn’t look back. I didn’t care where we were going, as long as it was together.

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