Jordan Dyer

My Name

“Stop, please, don’t do this to me,” he said as she threw his heart in the trash. He fell down bursting into tears, he was tired of getting hurt. He stood there on the ground not having anyone to lift his spirits up, he regretted not making friends right there and then. Okami laid there on the ground for at least two hours; finally he got up and walked away like nothing happened. Okami was thrown through so much while growing up so it only took him a few tears to get himself together. He took his bicycle and went home; the whole time he was walking Okami was filled with rage. Even though he was angry he was still sad, he thought she was the one only to be hurt in the end. Okami walked home from the beach side where the break up happened. He walked to his building where he saw John, the door man. There was another door man but he liked John. Even though John was sixty years old, he was easy to talk to and Okami always enjoyed listening to stories of the old man’s past. “Hey what's up old man, how are you doing?” he asked “I’m alive so I can’t complain, Clarke you do look so good,” John said worried about Okami. Okami said nothing and ran up the stairs, he wasn’t in the mood to talk about his feelings.