Chapter 8

Wet Grass touched my leg while I walked and I couldn't feel more uncomfortable. There was nothing I hated more than having wet grass touch my legs. It just made me feel so uncomfortable.

But, today, I let it slide. I Didn't care. He was holding my hands and that was enough comfort to make up for any discomfort.

We stood up from the stone and sat down on a pavement that i thought more comfortable to sit down on. It was like a very high stone at the back of a building close to my faculty. It was steep down. My legs didn't touch the ground well, though his did. He was taller than I was, not so noticeably taller though. I was tall for a lady and he wasn't the giant tall kind of tall, if that made any sense.

I could feel the insects crawl up on my skin as I sat, I could feel them. They were all over like the Greece army but I didn't mind the discomfort. There was a lot I didn't mind as long as he is with me.

"You still are not going to accept that you are shy." He spoke softly. Annoyingly. Breaking the silence I was enjoying a little.

Staring at the moon always did it for me. The night was beautiful. It had been so long I came outside like this, so long I saw the moon. I was always indoors avoiding human contact. Avoiding humans in general.

"I'm not shy. I'm just quiet. I love looking at the moon. It's so beautiful." I breathed in then continued feeling the need to tell him why I suddenly took interest in the moon. Like I said, he was my human diary.

"Last night when I talked to my friend. We were on the phone for so long I had to leave the room so as not to discomfort my roommates with the noise. Anyway he asked me to look at the moon and see how beautiful it was. I did, and I loved the feeling. Then he asked when last I saw the moon and I couldn't answer because I couldn't remember."

"I felt disturbed knowing that the moon was up all night and still I didn't see it much. I knew then that I had been missing out on life. The cold breeze of the night, the faint light from lightbulbs. All these have been alien to me because I've preferred to lock myself inside, seeing it all in my mind. My imagination is so good I see everything in my mind. I never felt bad for not going out, for not living until he asked me that. I felt dead like i had become the very kind of persons i pitied the most the ones who merely existed without living."

"It is sad that for so long I've made my mind my world when the world was actually outside. Just a door away." I took another breath and smiled letting go of his hand.

Holding him made me want to do things, things that shouldn't be done in the open. Things that should be done within the protection of walls.