You say goodbye to your friend, both departing to the uni near the city. Along the freeway you light up a cigarette. You take two puffs. Your throw it out the passenger window, with great skill. Your friend drives past at a rapid pace making hand gestures towards your car. You laugh, winding up the passenger window but leaning over the hand break.
You get out of your car. Walk along a path trying to find your friend. Staring at strangers you don't know. Many of them ignoring you like you would expect. Face after face, no one is registering for you. Then you see him. The crush. The one. However you described it. Everyone else fades away. You forget for a minute that your searching for someone. He hops on a train, the crowd slowly returns.
You stare at face after face again.
Suddenly one registers with you, but they just glance past you.
"Dad?" you say. Surprised that the man you haven't spoke to for 3 years is on the same side of the country as you. You spin around, he glances at you and stops. You don't know how to feel about it. It is like seeing a ghost.
So many emotions flush through your brain, cascading one after another. That single moment feels like hours. No, years. It's not awkward like you thought. It's not nice either. "What are you doing here?" you ask. Confused. Suspecting the worst. His mouth doesn't move but he tells you he is here to see friends. Your friend runs up to your side. Without moving her mouth she tells you your going to be late. You introduce them. Voices coming from everyone without mouth movements.
"Would you like a lift?" Your father asks.
"No- we will walk." you answer.
He turns around to walk off.
"Nice" you say without thinking. He stops. the crowd keeps walking past you. You turn around and walk away. You don't care either. You walk away.
Your friend stops you to hug them. The only thing you can think about is if you smell of cancer or not. "It's ok hun." She says as you touch her mouth to see if its moving.
Your running down the corridor. It's white paint is made more bleak by the brown doors along it. Your already 20 minutes late - half deciding if you should bother with your tute or not now its at this point. You stop at the door - peering at its number trying to figure if its the right room.
You knock.
He answers. The one man your heart skips a beat for. You feel confused, he had hopped on a train to the city. You stare at one another again. "Hi... wrong room i guess..." you say. At ends with what to say. His mouth moves but nothing comes out. Nothing is transferred. He closes the door on you.
You stand in the hallway.
People start to walk past you again.
None of their mouths moving.
All of them talking to each other.
You touch your lips to feel them move - their pursed.
xx Action Wolfe
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