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It's around 10:00 pm and the cold humid air fills the empty roads. You're in your room getting dressed to go on a lone bike ride. It’s fall so you gear up well. Wearing black thermal tights, a black and gray plaid pleated skirt with a cozy beige button up coat adorned with a long red plaid pleated scarf. Putting on your shoes you walk out of your apartment with your keys and your phone.
You walk up to your red bike and kick the metal rod that holds your bike up. You sit down and start pedaling away. Your mind starts to wander as you bike off into the night. You start to think about your friend Simon, he was the sweetest. You knew he was struggling with his mental health but you always stayed there for him when he needed it. He was always coy when he needed help. He always thought he was a drag for you but you never saw it that way. You were always glad to help,even in small ways like helping him clean his room or just coming over to just be there. He liked your company and you liked his. You always had this little crush on him but never said anything just in case he didn't like you back. You liked being friends and didn't want that to end. You suddenly really missed him. But you didn't know if he was awake or not and didn't wanna bother if he was sleeping, especially at a late hour. So you just did the second best thing, going to the spot!, the spot where you two met, got to know each other and still hangout to this day! It was an empty abandoned parking lot, you could tell by the amount of plants and vines growing there.
You got there faster than you imagined as you were mainly lost in your thoughts. You step off your bike and kick the metal skinny pole that holds your bike. You palm your hands and blow on them grimacing regretting not wearing any gloves. You walk up the empty overgrown parking lot, feeling a small burning sensation in your calves as you walk up the big stone ramp. This parking lot had 4 floors in total. Each one unique and with eroding walls and vines. The fourth one had the best view. It was the top one and you could see the whole town from there. As you get up there you notice something.
It was Simon! He's sitting on the edge of a high parking lot, swaying his feet as warm thick tears drop into his black worn out jeans with heavy eye bags.he hears footsteps slowly coming closer. It was you.He looked over to your face with fresh tears dripping down his neck.Those once slow footsteps grew faster and louder as they echo like gunshots on the cold cement ground, as you sprint over to Simon.
You pull him into a tight back hug as your tears pour onto the back of his old gray hoodie. He realizes how warm you are. The cold night embraces him so roughly yet your soft being straddles him lightly and gently. He's so glad you’re here. He aches at the realization he made you cry. Your eyes were meant to see beautiful things, like glaciers and overgrown forests filled with curiosities, to see breathtaking sunsets, but your eyes filled with tears, blurring out any beauty. Simon turns around to hug you properly, his feet no longer dangling and set on the cement as he embraced you and you embraced him. Your outfit was so cute to him. He realized, if he jumped…he would never see any of your outfits again. Never eat your cooking again. Never feel your hugs again. Never hear any of your ironic jokes or puns ever again. Never hear your laugh as you beat him at a game. All the small things. He realized then. He didn't want you as a friend. He wanted you as a lover.
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