Cold November evening...

 It is just a paragraph I wrote one night when I was kinda bored. Read it slow. . . Tell me if you understand it. :)

           I see you walking away from me. The look on your face, undigested. I keep staring at you, not facing me. And as you start walking, I slip my hands into my pockets. With a shattered heart, I look down, at my feet, at the road. I look up again, hopeful, only to see you with her, hand in hand. I see the lane, with cars parked on the right and shops to the left, all dull and gloomy. Suddenly the road seems quiet. The traffic suddenly slowed down. It’s November and the sun is setting. I shiver slightly, Goosebumps all over my arms, left cold. I look down again, numb and blank with no clue what to do, what to think. It’s uneasy, uncomfortable, standing alone on this road in the cold November evening. I wonder what went wrong, what I did or said. I am aware, I should be heading home but somehow my feet are all heavy. The place looks rusted. But you don’t. You look just the way you looked always. I look up in the sky, it’s still blue…with white puffed clouds. The sun, to my left, splashed the sky in tones of purple and orange. I took a deep breath. Pulled my hood over, brushed the strands of my brown hair aside. Everything feels heavy, out of place, alien. My chest hurts, badly. I wanted to curl up somewhere. Close my eyes. Not think about anything, and let the pain have me. With my hands in my jacket pockets, I finally pick my heavy legs and leave the place. I walk dead ahead, not bothered where I end up. The ever bowed head, with my messy and now moist hair. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered now. My ribs aching badly, I start crashing down. Breathing deeply, I look at the teardrop make an impression on my jeans. Why would you do that? I needed you the most, and that’s when you decide to disappear, vanish, go poof…and vaporize into thin air. Fog and mist cover my eyes. I’m generally not the kind of person who would cry over somebody. I clasp the chain in my right pocket and the pendant. It has your picture in it. It starts to drizzle. I realize I was sitting on the front porch steps of Mrs. Heavens. I bend down n tie the laces of my purple converse to avoid facing her…or the people walking by. I don’t have the courage to go to school tomorrow, rather go home and face mum. I rest my head on the wall of the staircase and before I know, I’m into deep slumber.