I'm creeping down the darkened street, hoping not to be seen by the boy who glides through the air and lands abruptly.
Five feet away, I am stopped.
Five feet away, I tense.
Twisting, I find myself between my escape and my fear. Is it so hard to bring myself to speak? I do nothing but smile, sheepish, after Halloween meets that night, and you comment, but I already know this. You comment, but this talk is unfilled.
Nostalgia fills the air. Once absent breathing returns, and I let go, mirthful and confused faces shining down upon me. Familiarity in smiles and stances. And I realize I'm at peace.
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