“You attend church?” Charlie asks and
I laugh.
“Do you?”
He chuckles, “Touché.”
I turn back to watching the stars for
a moment.
“You ever tried counting them? The
stars?”
Charlie laughs, “I’ve tried a couple times,
but I always seem to lose count. Either that or the sun comes up before I’m
done.”
Already losing count myself, I slip
out a cigarette.
“Bad habit.” He teases and I stick my
tongue out at him playfully before putting it to my mouth.
“Like I can argue, I supply the
lighter.” He continues with a smirk and lights my cigarette for me.
I inhale and hold the smoke hostage
for a moment, my thoughts slowing and granting me some peace.
Exhale.
“I wish I could just count the stars
forever. Never have to go home.”
He looks at me.
“Sometimes I wish the same.”
We look at each other for a moment.
My lips quiver.
He stands up and stretches.
“I’m going to go for a walk.” He says
and I start to get up.
“Alone if possible.”
I stop and look up at him.
“Oh… okay…”
Sitting back down as he strides off,
I’m left to my own whispering thoughts.
Did I miss my chance?
Was it even a chance?
Fuck.
I found myself simply staring at the
cherry eating away at the tip of my cigarette. Lost in both thought and
emotion.
My stomach hurt.
I flick away my cigarette, hearing a
thoughtful sizzle as it hit the dewy grass.
Leaning back I sigh.
And start counting.
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