cat & mouse part III
As we walked back, I kept turning around, wondering if Kevin would show up. It wasn't right to write him off so quickly as dead or simply missing. A gutted, pit feeling in my stomach continued to eat away what was inside - a feeling quite similar to how we all felt when we first entered the waters. This wasn't right, this wasn't something we should be doing. Every once in a while I could open my mouth, but Mary closed her hand around mine, as if it were my mouth. Surprisingly enough, when we reached the car, Kevin was waiting for us. His arms were crossed, like his eyebrows knitted together, and he grumbled, "It only took you twenty minutes to give up.""Well it felt like longer!" Glen snapped.
The rest of the words remained stuck, like a thick coating of saliva, as I ran to him. Kevin's face, dark and unrecognizable, held hints of apathy. I threw my arms around him, but he never moved.
