English, 17.03.2021 23:40 brinleychristofferse

Creative (ish) writing piece. I wrote it. please read and give feedback. for my ap lit
Imagine he leaves, so every day during the summer you go to the skate park and spend hours there just sitting at a table, journaling. You go every single day. The boys skating look at you weirdly because they don't know what you're doing.
You sit there alone, and sad. Just thinking about him. Making up scenarios of him coming back home all the time.
You start to draw your view of the skate park.
You add on each day. Sometimes you even cry, silently. Other times you stop writing to just watch the world.
Every now and then one of the boys walks up and tries to talk to you. You give brief and dry responses, not really wanting to talk to his former friends.
One day you go again and you're writing, but there is a different feeling.
Something just isn't quite the same.
You see a white pickup truck pull up and your heart feels like it just stopped beating, your stomach flips as you sit and stare.
Disbelief in your eyes, your jaw drops a little.
It's him.
You see him look at you from the driver seat and watch as he pulls into a parking space.
He gets out and the boys that had been skating, start to walk up to him.
But he's already seen you. Some of the boys have told him you go there a lot, so he knew where to find you.
He ignores the boys badgering him. He tells them to give him a minute.
He's on a direct path to you.
But all you can do is stare.
When he is ten feet away you realize what is happening.
You stand up and face him as he closes the gap in two long strides.
He pulls you into the tightest hug you have ever felt. This hug is different from the ones before, it's more urgent.
Like he needed this more than anything.
You slowly wrap your arms around him and you can feel him pressing his head against the top of yours.
You've missed him so much but you're still in shock. You feel like crying. This is all you have wanted for months and he's finally here.
Then you remember why you hadn't texted him, hadn't called him, or even sent him a letter. You pull away from the hug abruptly and you go to grab your things from the table at your back. Not saying a word.
He knows you too well, he knows something is wrong. What he doesn't know is that you can't explain it, not even to yourself.
So he just says "I missed you so much."
"I know," you say quietly.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
"Nothing", you say, not looking at him.
"No, tell me," he says while reaching out to you.
"It's just been a while," you say avoiding his gaze.
"Yeah, haha, it has," he knows you're not saying what you mean, but he knows better than to push.
You turn to face him, tears in your eyes. He crouches down and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist for all to see.
You hold on to his neck for dear life as you choke back tears.
He feels the same in your arms, he smells the same. You want to smile and cry at the same time. You bury your head into his shoulder and neck, the soft spot you found in the street outside of your house so many months before.
He holds you tighter against him and you can feel his heart beating in sync with yours.
"I love you," he says softly.
"I love you too", you say, barely a whisper. You want to stay there forever.

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