One Last Ride

She asked me to meet up after school out of nowhere. It is a good thing, but I am worried about what it will be about. It's been rough recently, in my opinion, so I am pretty sure she's doing this to tell me the reasons why we are in such a situation. Is it really going to be the end of everything? I am not aware of doing anything that bad, and I even asked her about it and got no answer. But hey, maybe it's nothing like that and she needed a break.

I was told to wait in front of the mall. It seems like she ran into something and I will have to wait a bit. During that time, I checked if I was in the right spot. Of course, I was.

It took her a while. But she is here, and that's the most important thing. We were walking around, chatting like usual, which made me really happy but left me wondering why she was so distant all this time, and suddenly she's back to normal, like flipping a switch. I tried to ignore this hole in our story and appreciate the moment, but I don't think I was doing a good job. I wouldn't mind her bringing it up because I am done trying to get it out of her.

Nothing out of the ordinary has happened so far, just walking around the mall. We had good food and she wanted to browse the stores. All I had to do was follow her, holding something and giving my opinion on whatever she had in her hands. Normally, I would get tired of this pretty fast, but given the situation, I am actually happy that I can do this and spend time with her overall.

It felt like an eternity doing that, and I was so glad when we finally got out of the shopping mazes to breathe fresh air for once. Funnily enough, she didn't buy anything. Then we walked around the neighborhood, talking about small things like school grades, other classmates, our teachers, and all the things we didn't get the chance to talk about. Then there was silence. Usually, that is bad news, but with the right person, you can be quiet for a minute and still have a good time. We ended up on the same playground as last time. I could feel myself getting a bit anxious. I had no idea why, but for some reason, uncanny thoughts started creeping into my mind. Like many times before, I felt like I've lived this scenario before. I couldn't tell what exactly, but things just seemed familiar, like many times before.

Everything seemed off. She seemed off. I couldn't shake off the feeling of some ulterior motive, given the terms we are on recently. I tried so hard not to find anything suspicious, but my creativity always pitched something that made me feel this way. I felt like something bad was going to happen.