Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

   September 23, 1846. That's when we discovered Neptune. It's interesting to think that a entire planet was there with the stars and yet no one knew until that very Wednesday. 

   "Would you want to be found?"

   Will stops in place. His foot still on the street while the other on a sad excuse of a sidewalk. He adjusts his back pack, licks his lips, and then looks at me.

   "What?"

   I didn't stop walking in my drain manner. I felt like if I did, I might of just curled up and pass out. Shortly after, I heard his footsteps follow. 

   "Of course I would want to be found. Doesn't every one? It gives you purpose and meaning."

   "I don't want to be found. Not until I have a meaning. Why show yourself if you are nothing?"

   The weather limits me from warmth. My hands stay snug in my hoodie as my hood stays up. We didn't talk until we saw the school opening. 

   "Listen," William softly grabs my shoulder which pulls me to a halt. Very shyly I turn to face him. "I'm sorry that I left without any way for us to stay connected. I was scared this would happen to you but rejecting the manner didn't make it any better. I feel like I just made stuff awkward."

   "I'm not expecting us to be a thing. I got the hint when you left and didn't come back." 

   "...I'm here now."