I took a sigh of relief as I turned and walked away, and soon enough their voices had faded into the distance. I followed the path, past the tennis courts, to the baseball diamond. Shifting my backpack to a more comfortable position, I placed my hands on the lid of dumpster that leaned against the home team dugout. I swung my leg up onto the lid and then again climbed onto the dugout roof, hiding from the neon glow of florescent tennis court lighting. A soft breeze blew my hair into my face as I sat on the edge of the roof swinging my legs. Looking over at the now-dead cellphone in my hand, I quietly smiled to myself. I hadn’t been this free, this alone, in way too long.
The shadows had grown long until they blended into each other, creating a blanket of darkness over the entire park. I leaned back, resting my head on my backpack, and looked up at the sky. A bat flew overhead, and I searched the world above me for shooting stars. The sound of the summer breeze gliding through the leaves surrounded me. I caught sight of a flash off to the left out of the corner of my eye, a meteor bursting through the atmosphere. Falling. Crashing. Burning.
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