"Thank you for loving me."
❀
No one would think that the Davy Wade would die, much less, kill himself.
He was the epitome of a good person. Some even thought he was the second coming of Christ. But when the shock and confusion of Davy's suicide co...
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t h e p r o b l e m w i t h d a v y
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I watched as the random strangers went by, going about their day.
Some were obviously in a hurry, and some were taking their time leisurely. The warmth of the unknown cafe thawed my frozen cheeks, and the aroma of coffee submerged itself into my nose. In the back of my mind I pictured the school calling my parents telling them I skipped out, and that if I don't get my act together they'll suspend me. But of course my school cares about whether you're in class or not, other than calling a fellow student a murderer and vandalizing her car. The school system, as if I already didn't know, was complete shit.
I continued to stare outside the window, not really knowing what I was looking at, but nevertheless, staring. The sun was hidden behind clouds today, and the coldness was apparent with every breath someone took. I think the town I was in was called Harver, but I wasn't completely sure. The atmosphere felt weird, partly because Davy wasn't here, and partly because I wasn't fully here either. Davy and I usually would surprise each other and drive to a town near ours. On good days we go only about 30 minutes away, and on a bad day about two hours.
Today I drove for three hours.
I never came to this town before, but it seemed as if Davy would've loved it. The mountains with their tops covered with snow were all the way behind the town, hidden in the horizon, and it was absolutely beautiful. Davy loved mountains. The people also looked nice. Well, nicer than people in my town. The streets were lined up with small stores, with small signs that said OPEN and WELCOME. The town seemed bright, cheerful even. If anyone in Harver drove through my town, they would think something terribly bad happened there and drive straight through to the next town over. If I had a choice, I would too.
The steam from my hot chocolate fogged up the window as the waiter with a nice smile placed it on my small table in front of me."Do you need anything else?" She asked, pushing a black curl out of her face.
"No thank you, I'm good." I smiled back, as heartfelt as I could. She nodded her head and walked away, tending to another customer. For some reason I felt as if I was intruding, even if this place was a public cafe, I always felt like I didn't belong. Not in my own house, not in my own skin, not even in a town three hours away. I felt like this with Davy, but I forgot everything bad when I was with Davy. Davy did that to you, it was one of his best characteristics.
I allowed my mind to wander for the first time in forever, and let it think about everything I laid my eyes on. The woman who was wearing all red rushing to her car, or maybe an appointment. The group of girls who looked like they were in middle school, walking, and laughing together in sync. The man and the woman holding each other's bare hands, and it was evident that they were both cold, but they didn't care. The store from across the street door opened, and a teenage boy walked out holding a plastic bag that said THANK YOU on it. The store was called Tina's Trinkets. He seemed nervous, it was cute. The sun occasionally shone through the small cracks of the clouds, and illuminated on random things. Like a fire hydrant, a woman purse, some boy's shoe, Tina's Trinkets.
