I need something. That was my thought and motivation for actually going out at night.
I don't know what I needed. It could be anything. Pizza. Candy would've been great. But it's night, all the stores are closed, so that's not what I need.
I walked around the corner of my favorite candy store, and I stiffened once I saw what I needed. I needed light.
There were no lamps lined out on this particular street. No lights were shining through people's apartment windows. No stores were open.
But I still found the comfortable light that radiated from the firefly.
His bright neon clothes helped him stand out from the pitch black street.
I needed him. Not because his light was entertaining, but comforting. Maybe that's why so many liked him. Or his warm smile that revealed his perfectly aligned teeth. Who knows? All I know is that I would never have a chance with him.
I decided to stop being so stalker is so as much as I hated it, I stepped aside and entered the dark alley beside me. My back was pressed against the brick wall of a building, while I shut my eyes tightly, and waited for the glowing boy to pass. When enough time went by, I turned on my heel swiftly to escape the pitch black alley and on to the littered sidewalk and hoped that the boy passed by.
I sighed and looked at the ground. How could I have been so stupid? I thought, why did I think it was a good idea to try and meet a guy I barely know? And in the middle of the night, no less.
In that exact moment I bumped into a wall and banged my head against it. I regretted ever going out. Perfect example of why I depended on light, I can't focus for shit. But at that moment, I also realized that this situation was a total cliche, because I bumped into Firefly, not a wall. Oh, Fuck me.