TBD

Her hand brushed my hair out of my face. She will stand here for hours, studying me, checking every flaw and fixing it so I’m perfect. She applies foundation and blush with a light hand, covering evenly and noticeably without going overboard. My one blemish on my forehead vanishes with a swift sweep of the brush. Then she’s done, and I follow her out the door.

School

High school is terrible. But I follow her relentlessly. I have to follow her. She’s my rock, the thing that keeps me alive. If she leaves me, I must stand there until she fetches me again. She can’t abandon me though. I never let my eye leave her. I do everything she does. I talk to everyone she talks to. I make my every action mimic hers. We are so synchronized, she will lift her arm, and I am too.

Work

School may be terrible, but her work at a fast food restaurant is horrible. I could get hot grease spilled on me, salt and pepper in my eyes, or ketchup in my hair. Yet I follow her. Nothing will stop me from following her.  She’s the one, the only one I can follow. I can’t turn my attention to someone else. It’s not that simple.  

Driving

As she’s driving home, I’m sitting in the back seat. I have a strange feeling inside me. Like something is going to happen. Like her life is a bomb, and it’s reached the end of its string, and its going to go out with a bang. Like-

No, no, no. Nothing like this can happen. I have to follow her, but I can’t follow her up to Heaven. I must find someone else to follow, but everyone else is taken. But wait, I’m in a hospital. I will go up to one of those babies, and follow them for the rest of their life.

I never thought I would be leaving that beautiful girl so soon. But life must go on.