Someone to walk with.
That’s all I really want, y’know? The barren concrete walkways are cold, and the isolation is paralyzing - I just want someone to keep me warm. Someone to sit with, atop the dirt and grass hill, staring out to the ascending sun against the deep, deep horizon - that’s all I want. Something simple - the taste of ice cream, shivers down the chilled spines against the burning walls of brick, beaten under the summer heat. I just want to someone to walk with, should I stray from the path laid before me - someone to tear me away from pitfalls and hatred. Yes. Just someone to walk with. Or hold hands with. That would be nice, too.
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