Say you scared if you scared.

leaveyouapen:

She liked looking at different signs. They would intrigue her; while she was driving she always used to let her mind wander, and she would find herself slamming on the breaks almost hitting someone else. She wondered when she would find home. She watched the sun reflect like red cherries on her car. 

He walked around towns. He would walk at night, because he didn’t like plain sight. His ability to be invisible was something he treasured. He treasured time to himself, the ability to speak without anyone inflicting power on his choice of words.

She wondered when she would see a sign to bring her home. She wondered if she saw the perfect one, would that make her want to pedal backwards? Turn the car around and confront life as it had left her, without reasonable circumstances?

He didn’t like finding night walkers like himself. He liked feeling that he was the only person awake, that he owned the world, if only for a minute by himself. That only God would hear his cries and explicit times of happiness. Yet God already knew, so what was the point? He had already been heard before he had spoken. 

She wondered if he was dead. She was no longer looking at signs anymore. She knew she should distract her mind, wander to colorful signs, with special prints and silhouette figures of fictional people walking in the road with their children. She wondered if the deaf would ever hear or if the blind would ever see. 

He imagined the smile of night, framed by her lips. Suddenly he began to see the sun coming up. He began running, quickly, his breath coming in short, uneven breaths. He didn’t want day to see him, see the guilt on his jacket, the frown on his insides, how everything was wrong since she left his side. He was wrong, he was horrible, he wanted to be non-existent, why did the day have to let him remember that?

She found her mind relaxed. 
Xing Crossing.
Deaf Child Area. 
And then one was bent backwards - she pulled over her car to see it. She knew missing one sign would ruin everything. 
There was an arrow pointing straight ahead - an arrow originally directed North. Unfortunately, some vandal bent it backward and it was pointing South. 
Pointing toward Home. She knew he was alive. 

He found his hands clutching his door knob as the sun came up. He was sweating but he managed to get his slippery hand to open the door. He slammed it with as much as strength as was possible for him. He panted, and slid on the floor. The day had not caught him, and his deep breaths were hurting his lungs. Then he remembered a flash a red before reaching for the door. The red Jeep that had encased summers, winters, fall, spring, in them, love, infinite, that the days were so long that he could live life five times and still live in that one day.

She watched him from the kitchen get up and look outside at her car. She took small steps as not to startle him. As he turned around, his eyes were wild and looked glazed over from lack of sleep. His mouth was open, and she was not sure if he was breathing. But it didn’t matter because he could breathe again, now that she was back home. She swiftly moved towards him, small tears forming in her tear ducts, and told him, “You can breathe now. I’m home. And I promise you, my love, I won’t ever leave you.” 

He knew life would never be anything without her. She knew life would be nothing if one day he wasn’t her home.