Psychedelic Love Story

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onversation; he's about to le

gain. What he said next was something I had nev

t I walk

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perhaps I shou

," I blurted. "Pl

ce. He was livid. I knew if looks could kill, I would be dead ten times over. He knew he couldn't touch me or stop me again for the fear of Peter. Peter was twice his

tch up to him; he was mov

ust slightly, and

e is?" he asked. "It's ha

y she hasn't been blowing up my phone. I remembered my phone was dead. I have a habit of leaving my phone charger behind, a habit my mom had reprimanded

or just plain cl

now what I was expecting, bu

a laugh that died when he g

to be walking alone at night as

, I

ou wouldn't be

ending late-night parties with a psychotic boyfriend wh

ung a

more concerned with clearing up the latter, and for some unhinged

e?" he asked. He didn't make any comments about the n

n; the wages paid

ugh to risk your l

was almost running after him. "Y

oo slow. Perhaps you'v

d I also stopped to see why he did. He

ay to your hou

oads, and he didn't know which turn to take. I pointed him in the direction

city lights, walking under the blinding lights of the streetlamps, feeling the serenity of nature at its peak. There were still a few men le

did Peter offer to walk me home. I didn't bother to think

k me home?" I finally sum

you with him?" he replied

very time I opened my mouth. Perhaps I should just shut up and walk. I watched his muscles flexed as he walked. He looked so handsome wi

awkward and uncomfortab

ou doing outsid

it a stupid que

s mom just died, and football is probably the last thing on his mind. But sport is a good way to get over grief; it wasn't

beautiful ni

lant; I regretted I asked immediately. It was such

," I told him. "I say something, you r

a blank expression

tribute to a conv

I don't want to."

; he is indeed a jerk.

treat people, you know. Yelling at people who try to em

I didn't care; I'd had it with him and could walk home myself. I would be fine on my own;

till walking side by side with me, trying to match my pace? I said nothing. I wouldn't say anything to him again; why bothe

ered to walk me home when I was in distress. He never offered me friendship nor a date walk. But nonetheles

gize to me, or was my mind playing tricks

road and his mouth was tightly shut. I guess I had gotten the answer to my question, I w

r yelling at you to