Postby AngelSakura » Wed May 04, 2005 6:08 pm
Never mind, I don't have time to wait.
He slowed and pulled over by the bus stop. The girl barely looked up; the rain didn't seem to bother her in the slightest. She was pale and very thin, but not to the point where it looked unhealthy, with straight black hair falling in a sheet down her back. She wore a simple white dress. The student got out of his care and walked over to her.
"Miss?"
The girl looked up, blinking rain out of her eyes. The student felt a shiver go up his spine. Her eyes were crystal blue, and the saddest eyes he'd ever seen. They seemed to be begging something of him, although he didn't know what it was.
"Miss? I..." He suddenly felt stupid, realizing that she was probably waiting for the bus. "Do you need a ride? It's...coming down pretty hard..." he ended lamely.
"Would you?" she asked. "Thank you. I hope it's not too far out of your way."
"Not at all," he said, too transfixed with her pleading blue eyes to remember that he didn't know where he was taking her. "C'mon, you have to get out of the rain..." He gave her his jacket, which she draped over her shoulders, it being at least a size too big for her.
He took directions from her to her house, which didn't end up being that far out of the way in the end. She got out at the end of the driveway and walked up to the door.
The student returned to his college and had a hard time getting to sleep that night. The next day, he realized that the girl still had his jacket. He drove back up that weekend, to the house he had seen her enter. When he knocked on the door, a middle-aged woman answered it.
"Um," he said by way of introduction, "I gave your daughter a ride back here last weekend. She forgot to give me back my jacket."
The woman stared at him, and he noticed that she had the same pleading eyes, only less so.
"My daughter's been dead for over ten years. She was hit by a truck by that bus stop out by the road, waiting in the rain."
He stared back, his heart beating fast. "But...how can that...?"
The woman looked as if she understood, on some level. She told him her daughter's name and pointed him to the gravesite, a mile or so up the road. He got back in his car, his hands shaking as he turned the key.
The student found his jacket draped across the headstone.
Think happy thoughts.