Ash

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The words roll around my tongue like ash, leaving my teeth gritty. My nails pick at the seams of my jeans, my lips bit at my mouth, drawing blood. He smokes on his cigarettes, not a care in the world. I lean against him, hoping he'll say something-anything. Rain begins to plummet from the sky, coating our skin with a dewy sheen.

"What are you thinking?" I ask.

He stays silent, his mouth pursed around the smoke. Finally he answers, "I don't understand."

I put my hands-so small-on his chest, tears falling from my eyes. "It's yours."

"That's impossible."

I laugh bitterly, placing a hand on my stomach. "Nothing is impossible."

He shakes his head, flicking the cigarette onto the ground and stamping it out with his boot. He tilts his head to the sky, his tongue running over his lip ring. "Well, what are you going to do?"

I ponder the thought. "I don't know," I finally whisper.

"Yeah, well, I hope you figure something out." He replies, getting ready to walk away.

I look at him in confusion. "Where are you going?"

He laughs. "Listen, I'm nowhere near ready to be a. . .whatever. I'm just. . .I'm just gonna go."

Anger flows through me. "You're just going to leave? Just like that, just walk away?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "There's really nothing else I can do. Believe me, you don't want me helping to raise a child. I'm not 'dad' material. I would just fuck him up."

I walk over to him, putting a hand on his arm. "I don't want to go through this alone."

He stares into my eyes. For a moment, I think he'll stay.

But he just turns and walks away, leaving me cold in the rain, my words slowly turning to ash.

A/N: I don't really know what this is. Just a little thing I wrote when I first got my laptop. Shrug. I figured I'd post it. I may add on to it. Not sure. We'll see. Review :)
Faith