Five Minutes | Keith Keller

5 minutes. He had five minutes. He was supposed to get there in five minutes, but now, it wasn’t enough.

What had happened?

Oh, right, he was late. Keith opened his eyes and leaned back. He rubbed his head and looked around. The boy blinked a few times before he realized that his phone was almost in his reach. He then stretched over and gently brushed some snow off it. The phone was still warm to the touch and on the screen were the illuminated letters that spelled out her name. He knew that she would call.

That’s what people who cared did, right? They would call to check up on you.

Even if she didn’t care, it would be ok, Keith decided. He could always pretend that she did. There wasn’t any harm in that.

Keith smiled before coughing. It was getting cooler. He slowly let out a breath of air and watched it for a moment. His breath spread out and then faded away. It was like how the warmth could leave a person’s body quickly in the snow. There was something tragically beautiful about it all, but it was a shame that it had taken him this long to realize it. He had thought that he was more observant than others. It seemed to be that way for a long time, but not anymore. Not when he was late.

Hopefully, his ride would come soon. He needed to get out of the cold and to somewhere better.  The boy tried to adjust himself to make himself more comfortable while he waited, and luckily, he managed to do just that. He closed his eyes and embraced himself to keep warm, but it wasn’t working. He was growing numb and he was sure that he couldn’t feel his toes anymore. It couldn’t be just the cold.

In the distance, he could hear sirens.

Tears fell from his closed eyes. He wanted to apologize to her for being late, but his phone was too far and it hurt to reach. “I’m sorry…” He choked out. “Sorry…” Keith wiped his tears and opened his eyes once more. For the last time, he gave a hard look at the world, because he knew that his ride wasn’t going to arrive in time.  Five minutes wasn’t enough time. He wasn’t going to be able to get to Spencer’s house. Not tonight.

Not when glass littered the road and when red steaks stained the snow. On this snowy night, there was no way that he was going to make on time. Not when he was getting colder and when he perfected the eternal stare.


dylmontoya:

I’ve heard that girls like it. is it a good movie?

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What kind of songs?

I’m not sure. Maybe the notebook in it has good secrets. 

Romantic ones, I think. Girls like those…


dylmontoya:

No… I don’t think it makes a difference. I will watch The Notebook for inspiration.

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Oh… I will listen to songs. 


dylmontoya:

You too.

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I wish thinking of stuff came easier.

Yeah. I thought you’d know though. 

It’s been longer for you. 


dylmontoya:

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I’ll try to think of something good. I think you will too.

You’ll do good. Yeah. 


dylmontoya:

Romance is hard.

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Yeah…


dylmontoya:

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It is sixteen days till then. I don’t know if my idea is good enough.

I don’t know if mine will be good enough either. 


vam-pi-re-sam:

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Being positive is always good..?

(Source: fucked-alamo)


Only a couple more days. Maybe the next group will be ok.

It should be good. 


burnxbridges:

Not entirely, but I trust you, Keith.  I’m sure it’ll be great since you’re super amped about it.

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Ok. I’ll pick you up then. Yeah. 

(Source: fucked-alamo)


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