After winter break, I noticed that Sarah had
changed. She was often zoning out, her
energy gone. She was like a dying old woman,
no longer holding on to hope.
I didn’t know what happened, but she refused
to talk to me. She’d shut me out.
Then she went on a two-week absence.
Whenever I had time, I would walk by her
house. Would she go out? Would I see her? I
wasn’t sure. I didn’t even know what I was
waiting for.
What if, she just didn’t want to see me?
As I was standing there hesitating, I felt her
watching me. I looked up, not seeing her. But
I did see a shirtless young man watching me,
full of disdain. When he noticed I was staring
at him, he closed the curtains.
That was Sarah’s bedroom, wasn’t it?
