| | When the car doors shut the sound wasn't like normal car doors closing. It was the sound of car doors closing by people who had been filled with sorrow, pity and a hint of terror. The sound was much softer and suppressed, or it seemed so because nothing else could be focused on at this point in time. He was close to me, the reason for this sorrow and pity and this terror that was rising and left my eyes watery and a hard knot in my throat, he was inches from me. All my hands could do was pet him as loving and caring as though I had some sort of power coming out of my finger tips to stop all this. Another car horn sounded and my head jolted up looking in the direction the sound came from thinking it could be a danger and that he would need protection from it. Only noticing my location now and believing we would never make it to point B, the hard knot in my throat suddenly split in two, and fell to my stomach. Wiping my tears to get a better focus on him I continuned, thinking that maybe he needed a bigger dose of power from my finger tips. I could feel my tears run down my cheeks and hit my lips with a salty taste. This happened more and more as time went by. Noticing that the driver had not stopped but only slowed a little at the stop sign, knowing now that he too was feeling the same about point B. Hurry, please just hurry was the only thing going threw my head now, how long could it take? I thought it was a shorter distance then this... are we going the right way? But it was the right way, because soon enough I saw the building to the left and suddenly more feelings filled me. Excitment grew in me along with the feeling that everthing is going to be okay now.
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