On Friday evening I found Allison standing outside on her balcony, starring off into the setting sky. A sinking feeling in my stomach told me she might be waiting for me, but I pushed it off. The guilt was too overwhelming. God, I’m such an asshole. I pulled a move like that last weekend and couldn’t bear to show my face since.
My feet landed so gently on the opposite side of the balcony, she hadn’t even noticed. So I perched myself up on the railing, for only a moment watching her. Watching her as she scanned the sky over, watching for me. “Hey,” I finally mumbled, causing her to spin too quickly in my direction.
“Hey, busy week?” She asked eagerly. She leaned to the railing, her lips pulling up into that warm smile, giving my heart one more hard tug. I nodded my head, unable to form
