Literature
nervous confessions
i walk quickly down the street through the rain, early morning fog hanging low in the air. i see someone through the fog as i approach my bus stop. i know there was only one other person likely to be here this early. that person was michael. i smile as i sit down on the bench next to him. i can’t help myself.
“hey. you’re on time as usual” he smiles at me, his confident smile.
“well, yeah, you know me, dont wanna be late”. i return my own smile, though mine is a fleeting, shy smile before i had to look away.
“something wrong? you seem… different. it’s not just today, you’ve b