Blog of Pending Doom

You just had a huge talk with her. It lasted for hours. You’re still not sure if anything will change. Now you find yourself walking her home. The street lights are turning on and you admire the cool Autumn air. She’s there, next to you, walking. She looks cold, so you offer her your jacket. She puts it on and zips it up. Now you find yourself walking her home, freezing. You decide to whistle. You, of course, could never whistle, and are actually just blowing air out of your mouth. She sends you an odd look. You smile back and decide not to whistle any more. There are a few moments of silence as you admire the beauty of the night. You notice now that your steps are synchronized to hers. You start counting triplets in your steps. This wouldn’t be so odd if you were doing it silently. She sends you another odd look as you subdivide each step into six counts out loud. She speeds up, either to mess up your counting, or to get away from your freakish behavior. You keep up, still managing to count the beats. You suddenly find yourself being pushed very forcefully into a telephone pole. The large wooden beam was very convincing and you stop counting. You replace yourself next to her. You see the moon and think it is absolutely beautiful. You tell her, but she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t even look up. You want to hold her hand, but you’re afraid. You don’t want to make her any more uncomfortable than she already is. You’re still not sure if anything will change.You look at the single cloud in the sky, drifting on by at its own pace. A car drives by that is followed by a piercing silence. You notice that she is staring at you and has been for a while. You look into her eyes for a moment, then down at your shoes. Even though you are looking at your shoes, you can still see the face you just looked at. You look ahead. You’re almost at her street and she’s still staring at you. When you looked at her, her face was completely blank. You can’t get her lack of an expression out of your head. She mumbles something about it being cold out. Without thinking first, you put your arm around her and hold her close. So close, that it’s kind of hard to walk, forcing you both to slow down. Now you find yourself with her in your arms under the sky divine. Before you manage to make any real thoughts, she breaks the great embrace and walks up the steps to her house. Now you find yourself walking home, staring at the starry sky, still not sure if anything will change.