“I usually walk alone, if it’s even considered walking. Normally, I feel as though I’m floating.” Felix whispered.
I was Felix’s best friend. He wasn’t mine. I did pity him and so, today, I journeyed up the mountain with him, concerned about his wellbeing. Lately, his conversation seemed a bit self-destructive.
We intertwined with the bluest skies. I found peace in the scenery.
“I step on every stone, fearing if my foot slips and hits the green grass, I will make a loved one pass. That is a thing, right? Haven’t you heard the old saying, step on a crack, break your mother’s back? Same thing, isn’t it? Step on the green grass, cause a loved one to pass?” Felix said.
“Mmmm.” I didn’t have much of a reply.
“So, what if I made it up. Everything has a beginning. Are you suggesting that I not create things? Is my imagination not good enough for you?” Felix hopped over a stone, managing to land perfectly on the one after it.
“That’s not what I’m saying, Felix. I’m just wondering if perhaps this is just another one of your rituals.” I replied. Not paying attention to the placement of my own feet, I stepped on the grass, quickly retreating to a stone.
Felix noticed my mishap and stood silently staring at my feet.
“A ritual, Felix. It’s not real. It’s all in your mind.” I tried to convince him.
“That’s what you all say.” He hung his head. “I suppose you consider me a loved one.” He said.
Before I could tell him that I didn’t love him like family, he took off running – full speed ahead, throwing himself from the mountain side.
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His mangled body haunts my thoughts, never again will I step on green grass.
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