The Middle Of An Ending


I'm just this guy, you know?

To expand on that, I am also the following...

- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)

- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch

- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes

- Always too hard on myself

It was Thursday and much like Arthur Dent before her, Maya had never quite been able to get the hang of them.

The silhouette across the way turned into a distinct figure now. Matthew. She had hoped for someone else somehow, but it was he that she intended to see and couldn't figure out a good reason for it not to have been him when she thought about it.

They moved closer and closer until they met in the middle of the dreary, snowy park. Not a nice, fresh fallen snow either. A kind of muddied snow that had been there far too long and needed mother nature to cover it up.

A swing in the distance creaked loudly to break the tension.

"I..." she started even though she knew she wouldn't be able to finish the thought.

It hurt too much.

This had meant something to her. To him too probably, but especially to her. That was what she told herself anyway.

"I know." Matthew said in a supportive manner that Maya felt she didn't deserve.

They hugged awkwardly.

There was a silence.

The swing didn't creak this time.


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

Tension and awkwardness, and a fickle swing with good timing.

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