Olivia
The echo of the slamming door lingered in the silent night as Nathan and I walked away from Alvin’s house. A sorrowful hush had descended over the town, as if it, too, mourned the loss of the old Alvin.
Our short, bitter walk home was filled with a silence so thick that I could have cut it with a knife. That silence was only punctuated by my own stifled sobs and the sounds of our shoes slapping against the sidewalk.
Back home, I couldn't get Alvin’s hurt and confused face out of my mind.
As soon as we stepped through the door, it was as though a dam had burst within me. My feelings, my thoughts, all came pouring out; I couldn’t keep them in anymore. The tears began to flow more freely now, and all Nathan could do was guide me to a chair.
A few minutes later, a cu
