I am walking again.
    It is getting colder and I had forgot a jacket. No use in going back for one — I wrap my arms around myself and walk.
    The tree-lined path is more eerie than usual. The light wind is dragging the limbs across the sky and blocking out the moon.
    Jack is waiting against a tree (which is unusual), wearing a t-shirt that had nothing written on it (which was odd) and he is holding flowers (which was the strangest of all).
    But tonight was no ordinary night.
    He hands me the flowers without saying anything or even smiling. I place a cigarette in his hand. (I swiped it from Natalie in second period for this occasion.)
    Tonight, I’ll even let him smoke it.
    He lights up and we walk.

The End

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