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James: What Most People Don’t See

  • Writer: lomelinodonna
    lomelinodonna
  • Apr 29
  • 2 min read


You can usually tell before anything happens.

It’s in the way he’s walking.

Not fast. Not slow. Just… locked in.

James wasn’t loud. That was the problem.

When he wasn’t medicated, he didn’t tell you what was going on inside his head. You had to read it. And if you missed it—you missed it.

He was coming toward her.

She didn’t see it yet.

She was standing near the curb, digging through her bag, halfway turned away from everything that was about to happen. Too still for a street that doesn’t forgive that kind of stillness.

I saw him before she did.

His shoulders were tight. His eyes fixed. Not wild. Not yelling.

Just… set.

The kind of look that doesn’t ask anything. The kind that already decided.

This is the part people don’t understand about the street.

There’s no announcement.

No one says, something’s about to go wrong.

There’s just a shift. And if you’ve been out here long enough, you feel it before you can explain it.

“James.”

I said his name before he got to her.

Not loud. Just enough.

He stopped.

Not completely—just enough to break whatever line he was on.

His eyes moved. Found me.

For a second, it was like watching him come back into the room.

“She’s not for you,” I said.

Simple. No lecture. No explanation.

Just something to interrupt the story already running in his head.

He stood there.

Breathing hard, but not out of control.

Thinking… or trying to.

That’s the part people miss too.

They think it’s defiance. Or attitude. Or choice.

But sometimes it’s just someone trying to catch up to their own mind.

He looked back at her.

Then at me.

And then… he turned.

Just like that.

Walked past her like she was never part of it.

She never knew.

She kept digging in her bag. Pulled something out. Walked off.

James kept walking too.

Different direction.

People think this work is about rules.

Or control.

Or consequences.

But out here—

it’s about reading something no one says out loud and deciding, in real time, whether you’re going to step into it

or watch it happen.

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