That day I passed you on the street, I wasn't watching where I was going, my foot catching on a crack in the pavement.

At the end of it all I realize I let myself fall too hard. I kept on falling; it was foolish to think that you could ever catch me. And when I realized your arms weren't there, It was too late to try and stick my arms out to brace myself. I hit the pavement, scraping any skin that came into contact with the ground.

My blood spilling out in little puddles on the sidewalk. I hoped you had a bandaid, or maybe just a smile to help me take my mind away from the pain, but I was foolish. You kept on walking, not even a second glance in my direction. I'm not sure you even saw me fall. I wanted to shout out, make you notice the bloodstains on the ground... But something held me back. Tears blurred my vision as you disappeared around the corner. If I didn't yell out now, I might not find you ever again. But I let you continue walking anyway.

And you know what? Someone else passed me on the street that day, they saw me fall, and they were there to put a bandaid on my scrapes.
-Lila