Thirty-four

We walked home in silence. Side by side, feeling the chilling breeze hit our skins. When we reached our destination (our old shack of a place), we bid a reluctant goodbye. It was like he doesn't want the night to end. It's like he doesn't want me to go.

Unfortunately, I don't feel the same. Kind of. As we stand dumbly in front of our doors, there was a tense silence. I can't seem to move and open the thing that separates me from my haven. He doesn't move as well. We looked like idiots, motionless in front of the ugly looking door.