I went out to see my doctor today.
You walked pass with your friends.
The girl was gone this time.
You said hi.
I smiled and kept walking.
I can't talk to you.
It would be dangerous.
My doctors still didn't know what was going on.
Only that it would be best if I didn't go places too often.
They told me to take a walk once a week since I haven't been out in months.
Maybe I'll be able to talk to you and get to know you.
Even if it's bad for me.
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12 Months
Short Story12 months is all she has to make this work. Years of staring at the boy by the park through her window. Maybe it's time to take a risk. Or maybe it would be too dangerous.
