The Skywalk- Part 1

She stood alone on the skywalk. It was peak hour and people kept walking past her. Some abusing, many ignoring, almost all rushing. And yet, she didn't care. She closed her eyes, and opened her arms. She raised her head, her eyes still shut, and smiled. He would be happy she thought.  He would be proud. She knew it was insane, but this was her only way to feel him again. To know he was there. To be in touch with him. And unlike him, she was going to keep this alive. No matter what. 

She first saw him in 7th grade. They didn't talk to each other for the first few weeks. They were strangers and they had no intention to change that what-so-ever. They first met at the skywalk.  No it wasn't love at first sight. They were never in love.  What existed between them was much more than that. It was friendship at a whole new level. It was a friendship at a whole new level that people often mistook for love.  But they knew the truth and that was all that mattered. 
The skywalk. That's where they first talked. She was walking to her aunts house and he was taking the train.  He hadn't run to catch up with her like some new age Romeo. They just met. Like some pre-planned fate. They started with the basic strange conversation that all strangers have. Ask a question. Answer. Ask them "what about you?". Walk in silence for five minutes. Repeat a few times until destination is met. He was no different. This went on till they reached the middle of the skywalk where he had to get down. He smiled and politely told her how it was good talking to her. She couldn't resist smiling at the formality and decency he showed. Nice chap she thought as she walked the rest of the journey alone. Might have another formal and polite "talk" again. MAYBE. Little did she know how wrong she was going to be.

To be continued.

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