We were strolling down my neighborhood, hand-in-hand, silhouettes traced against the grainy stone beneath my purple Converse and his blue Vans. His jeans were far too hot to wear, yet he wore them all the time. The same ones with the torn up knees, from when he fell off his skateboard. The skateboard he held firmly in his other hand.
The sun was now almost gone, the moon tucking him under the covers, after a long day of shining bright. Street lights replaced the warm glow with a cold glare, making the night seem a lot colder than it really was. We kept walking, exchanging giggles and smiles. Oh, how I had missed him.
The blue lights were bright, but her eyes were blinding. Like a cat, she prowled through the night, her silver-gray eyes cutting through the dark like headlights. She led me down two streets, up another and guided me to the right. All in the same neighborhood.
I hadn’t seen her in years, even though we face timed very often. But being here, in person, was a whole different feeling. The eerie lights illuminated her hazel locks that rippled and twisted in the gentle breeze. She was shorter than I remembered. Or maybe I just grew. Our pace was steady, like our heartbeats, as we walked to the field of grass she’s mentioned a few times too often. That’s all she talked about, honestly. She said she needed to show me something here.
She gave my hand a quick squeeze as she came to a halt by my side. But I’m just glad we’re here together again. Oh, how I had missed her.
I felt his heat radiate from his body and transfer into mine, like a warm blanket on a chilly night, as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. We’ve been best friends since kindergarten, and have never wanted to be more than that. I wonder if it’s different now.
Carefully I untangled myself from his soothing grasp and pulled him onto the infinite field of grass.
Her delicate fingers tugged on mine, gesturing me to follow her path.
I’ve known her my whole life and she was always the one to guide the way. She taught me what adventure really was. What “to dare” meant. To risk. To trust. Freedom, oh she made me fall in love with it. Without her, I wouldn’t know what it is to be alive.
Two whole years I’ve been waiting to be reunited. I’ve been dreaming of bringing him here. Showing him my little hideout I’ve used as a refuge all these years.
We ran, cheeks chilled by the autumn wind. The grass around us whistled and rustled creating a pleasant harmony, humming until it numbed our eyes. The familiar scent of pine. Refreshing like a cup of bittersweet tea. Almost there.
I had dropped my skateboard behind me, wondering if I’ll ever go back again. We trespassed the boundaries of the sidewalk, into the unexplored field. A field so large it could easily swallow us whole, leaving no trace but our footprints behind, hidden by the shrubs. We sliced through the darkest night. She held my hand. I held hers.
Almost there, just a few more meters. I subtly slowed my pace as I turned around to face him, still walking backward, placing every step with ease. I reached out for his hands and held on to them firmly, still guiding him with me. Like two dancers, we seemed to swirl around each other in the pitch dark. A few more steps.
She seemed confident. When was she not? But I knew something was about to happen.
And that’s when it did. She spread out her arms and twirled as if she was a serene tornado. From everywhere, millions of tiny light bulbs sparked and drifted into the air. Billions of mini hot-air balloons rose up and up. Swarms of what looked like stars, cuddled us, brushing across our arms and faces.
Not knowing what to do, I just stood there, watching her.
Her eyes were now warm like caramel, enlighted by the clouds of fireflies filling the air. Her hair looked like rivers of gold, flowing down the side of her face, neck, shoulders. And her smile. Oh, her smile. Twinkled with pride. With joy. It flashed happiness and admitted the painful ache of how much she had missed me. Begging me to never let go.
This was what she was dying to show me, and now I know why.
For a second I thought I caught a glimpse of curiosity in her eyes. Like a trick of the light, it flickered on suddenly and went out just as fast. Might’ve just been my imagination. But if it wasn’t, I knew she had more to show me. I wonder if she’ll show me the world some day.
How bizarre the night had been. Peculiar. Like a cliche dream, but deep inside I knew it was all true and that this would just be the first of many nights with him by my side.