victims of circumstance

it smelled like summer was finally here and stench of new life was all around. everywhere there was revealing of green in the trees, bushes and grass, which meant also the revealing of skin with the shorts, sandals and shirts of the also very green, young adolescents. the park was pretty empty for a nice time like it was, between early sundown and evening. when the sky was still light blue but had started blushing with dark pink as if it just embarrassed itself in front of the sun and had to turn away from it, for fear of humiliation. And in front of this spectacle of a very confused world around them, were two very confused people (or young adults, if you may) staring off into a very familiar surrounding.

no words were spoken.
the only thing he could hear was the beating of his own heart, thumping away minutes that should be used for unuseful awkard sentences. the only thing that she could hear was the millions of words a minute that rushed through her mind like an intergalatic space battle between her old dark side habbit of talking to save the silence and light side silencing for the sake of not saving her old habbit. the light side always prevails.
the chipping wooden bench that they had inhabitated at that moment creaked on her side as she tried to move closer, ending the sweet harmony of their way too enlogated trance.

finally words were spoken.
the creaking increased: "this is it, huh?"
..."yeahh, i guess"

"were almost done with it all, youre going, im going, everything is just going."

..."well, its not exactly going, like forever, its just... a change or a bigger transition."

"yeah, kinda. but i mean, really things are going to be the same. we prolly wont talk as much or if we do at all, itll be just to fill in on the little we missed out on. it'll all be just filler and we'll get farther apart and then at the end, we will bump into each other in some random place like the grocery store, make contact & some small talk and it will all be over. we'll be just be those "friends we use to know"

..."no...we'll try our best for that not to happen. its just, sometimes its inevitable when growing up"

"....."

no words were spoken, once more.
she tried her hardest not to cry, and when i mean her hardest i mean, she used all the force in her body to pull back the exposure of such little dropletts of water that could end up in her death by drowning.
he could tell, but there was nothing he could for inside him it felt like he was drowning, he tried not to think about it. about losing so much stories and secrets and inside jokes shared to another fact of life : growing up.
the dam of eyelashes and dignity covering her eyes finally gave in, and a flush of salty tears tipped over onto her cheeks. the first time she has cried in over a year, and it hurt even more then if she had never cried in her life.
this time the table creaked from the opposite side
..."its okay. its okay. i promise its okay"
"i know."

there was no need for words to be spoken.
they just kinda knew.