nothing.
she couldn't talk, so i waited. then, she could.
five minutes and then "i have to go".
she wanted to get home to run before it got dark and all the people got on the streets.
but you like to run at night. and you said you get almost no trick-or-treaters, so how many people could there be on the streets?
i fear those weren't her real reasons. i wonder ... is it another party?
i can't catch my breath, can't stop the pictures from coming, can't get the pain out of my chest.
and all day i thought things were going pretty well, on average. now i'm... lost. dead. empty.
no, not empty, because there's no end to the pain inside.
what do i do? i waited all day, wanting our time to talk. and she ran away.
not walked. ran. bolted.
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