I wait for him outside his house. To his parents, I am just another girl, a girl with a stutter. I knock gently at the door, and it swings open, and I see him. I smile brightly because we don't need words. To most, we are that girl with the stutter and that boy who is too shy to speak, but to each other we are the people who laugh and open up. He cleans all the harsh edges of my words. When he's around me he opens up and forget about all the times he's been hurt. *some cursing, and touchy topics*


5. Fourth

"True love is not how you forgive, but how you forget, not what you see but what you feel, not how you listen but how you understand, and not how you let go but how you hold on."

I wake up, but my eyes are still closed. I don't want to open them. If I see reality, I will have to face it. I finally open them and briskly get ready. I put on a sweatshirt, some older jeans, black flats, and a string anklet. I hope he didn't cut in my head, but I am prepared if he did. I go to knock on his door. It is an unusual pause. An older man swings open the door and asks,

"What do you want, girl?"

"I-I'm looking for Quinton."

"Are you his girlfriend?"


"Then you're the one who made him leave,"

"No I didn't. What are you talking about?"

"He left, and his note said that it was to protect you," he says with a foul tone. From what? Why? I know I have to find him, but I don't know how. He mentioned a forest he used to go to when he was little - that might be a good place to stop. I leave the man on the steps and run to my house to get some shoes. I pack a knife, peanut butter, jelly, bread, and my cheap sunglasses in my satchel. I also put on my running shoes. Before I leave, I feel that I need to leave a note,

'I have gone to find the boy that I can't love, but I love with all my heart,



I leave for my impossible mission, but as I open the door, I notice a tiny slip of paper. I can't believe that I didn't notice it until now.

'I know I can't stop you from searching, but I want you to know that I don't want to be found. I am in Wichita Kansas on the bank of the Little Arkansas River. This is my true home. Come if you want, but it will just pain me more. I can't be fixed - not even by you, Miss Magdalena.


I know I must fin him. Wichita is 360 miles away. A 2.5 day bike ride away. I journey I am willing to take. I grab my bike and start. I push off and ride at a medium pace with one thing in my mind. I will find him. I will find him.

I head down to the highway and ride along the grainy path for a long while.


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