Micro Story

           My eyes followed his dark figure as he sulked into class, his tall frame sliding effortlessly through the door. I watched as he crept slowly into his class, as if he wasn’t really there and then he vanished. Sometimes I wished I had said something. I opened my eyes and he was gone. Just like that. That small ray of light in my world had gone out. The summer heat was gone and it was turning cold. The football field that once had been covered in green was now covered in a white blanket of despair. He always played on the football field. Everything seemed perfect back then. I called out his name once. From across the track. Just to see if he would respond. And he did. But it was just a smile and a wave. Such a simple display of affection that could be known all over the world.
           Maybe if I was born earlier, or had more courage, I could have talked to him. Once. Just once. That was all I needed. People always talked about how true he was, how real. But I would never know that truth or that reality. I tied the blue, satin bow into my hair as I did every morning. I heard him say once that he liked the color blue, so I always made sure to wear something blue. Maybe one day I would stand out to him. But nothing ever really stood out to him. He was always alone in his own little world. A world covered in fog, long strips of highway and tall oak trees I saw him drawing once. I once drew him a picture of a mountain and slipped it into his locker. I watched him take it out of his locker and unfold it carefully. He looked at it, pulled his eyebrows together and smiled to himself.
           I closed my eyes and once I opened them again, not even a split-second later, he was gone. Everything was gone. The hallways were covered in snow, the roof was gone, the walls that remained were still burnt. I closed my eyes again trying to take myself away to that mountain I drew him, hoping he’d be waiting for me at the top of it. Is a dream a lie if it doesn’t come true? Or is it something worse?