Bitter Cold

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he looked back at his house as he walked down the street toward the park. the sky was grey and tips of grass were frosted with dead leaves trying to free themselves by the wind. step after step he tried to walk faster toward the spot the had agreed to meet at. but he couldnt, he felt the weight drag like chains grinding and crackling down the black pavement. he had reached the border of the park when he looked back at his house; I can easily just walk back and call her and just say my mom came home, sorry. ignoring this feeling he continued down the path that leads into the park. much more steap then before the path winded around 2 long dark trees who were reaching up towards the cold grey sky. it was at this point he saw her, sitting, alone on the bench under the gazembo. her bike was thrown down on to the stone steps as if she hurried to get under the wooden canvas and curl up to draw as much warmth as she could. And it was at this moment he felt the coldness of the dark outside world creap up my back. he quckly moved to zip up his jacket, only, he didnt bring it. h couldnt get out of the house fast enough. he had just rolled up his sleves and walk out the door like it was 70 degrees outside. his breathing was loud and visible turning into a cloud of smoke that a dragon would breathe. she hadnt noticed him yet even though he was only yards from her.
she smiled up at him as he hestedly nocked on the piller near her. what was he doing. before this time they always talked on the phone or over emails about our feelings toward each other but never face to face. he quickly sat down ignoring her "are you ok" comment. the truth was he wasnt ok. she could tell by my sad gaze that this boy wasnt liing when told her he was leaving her school. the truth was he never wanted to do this and his deadline was coming too fast. he only had a month before he had to deside if he wanted to transfer schools. after watching her show no emotion he quickly jolted up. he had more of a speech but she wouldnt be interested. im ganna go, i had more but it is just not important. he walked back around the dead trees and stopped. he just couldnt stop looking back. after he had come to his senses he ran back to her. STOP STOP he said calling her name out. she did stop and he could tell she didnt want to hear what was going to be coming from his mouth. every second seemed to feel like days he felt were being takin away. days he and her had the best days and the worst. he felt the hardship she was going through. he started to take slow steps back as he told her what he ment to say underneath the wooden canvas. she gave him her answer which would thrill anyother guy his age or in his situation. but htere was something about her answer that made him unconfortable. that sent a nasty shiver down his back slashing its way to his heart. after all he was the only one who could never tell when she lied.
and that long walk home was the longest he had ever taken to walk down one street back into his real life world. the world where he was a prankster and a douchebag, where he was the comedian and the smart ass. when he walked out of the door all he could think about was how much he hated the cold. but as he took hours to climb the four steps to his front door all he could think about was how much he would miss it. the biter cold.