Note: The following story and names included are entirely fictional.
The boy is dressed for a date. a pressed white button down shirt, nicely ironed pants. He's carrying a bouquet of flowers. He has an unreadable expression on his face. Happiness? Nervousness? Anxiety? You can't really tell.
He reaches the place where he is meeting the girl. A big stone tablet that's been there for sometime. words etched into the stone, well wishes and so on and so forth. He walks through a set of wrought iron gates, and walks along the path. He soon decides to take a shortcut and walks across the grass to the location. Finally, he reaches the meeting spot. She's already there. It seems like she's been there forever, waiting for him to arrive. She looks like how he always remembers her. Flowing shoulder length brown hair, tan skin from being out in the sun, warm brown eyes and a cute button nose.
"Hey there Auguste, I uhm...I brought this for you." He holds up the bouquet he brought. She stays silent, almost as if she is just as nervous as he is, too scared to say anything. He waits a few seconds. "I'll just...put it down here then." He places it on the stone tablet.
"I came here today because I need someone to talk to, and you are by far, the best listener I ever knew. Dad's kicked me out, mom's argueing with dad over his decision to kick me out. I'm crashing at a friend's place, but I'm not sure what I can do now".
She doesn't say anything, just looks at him. He knows what she's thinking. "I tried apologizing, yes. But he's in firewall mode. He needs to cool down first, then I'll go back."
He sighs. Just by listening, she helped him to see the solution to the problem. She had a talent for that. "Life has been...tough. It's hard to explain. Ever since...you know...it's been hard to adjust. I find myself dreaming during the day when I should be awake, and having nightmares when I should be asleep. I don't know anything anymore.
Again, out of respect, she remains silent. "Look you don't have to say anything. I just needed to confide in someone. And I know I can trust you.......Thank you. For everything." He places his hand on the tablet, remembering the last time he etched something into it. He remembers every carving and every fault of the tablet. He should know. He carved it himself. For a long time, he just stands there, remembering everything.
Finally, he places the bouquet infront of her and walks away from the place, smiling. She's smiling too, only her's is frozen in the picture of her. The last picture to ever be taken of her. It stands directly infront of the tablet. It reads
He's walking away now, it seems as though a great weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He whistles lightly as he walks across the grass, and out the wrought iron gates.
"I never wished for the stars, only someone to watch them with"
Cheers and waiting,
Healing Poet
