𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒// 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

     ☆𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕☆

I leaned against the side of the club building, feeling the rough texture of the bricks against my back, as I inhaled the nicotine from my cigarette. The warm smoke filled my lungs, momentarily transporting me from the chaos of the city. Colors danced before my eyes as I stared off into the vibrant streets, lost in my own thoughts.

Suddenly, a familiar scent wafted through the air, snapping me out of my trance. I knew it was her. My senses heightened, and I flicked my cigarette to the ground, taking a step closer to the crowd of people waiting to enter the club. And there she was, hunched over with her hands on her knees, her breathing erratic and panicked. Her feet were dirty from running barefoot.

Concern laced my voice as I approached her, my heart pounding in my chest. "It's you? Are you okay?" I mumbled barely enough for her to head me, I scanned every inch of her skin, my eyes searching for any signs of an injury. Her bright brown eyes slowly turned to look at me, revealing a mix of relief and fear.

"Yes, I'm fine." she replied, her voice trembling slightly. But her breathing still struggled to find a steady rhythm, her eyes darting around, as if worried that whatever or whoever she had run from might be following her, she looked terrified.

But I couldn't ignore the fact that she was barefoot. "Are you sure? Your feet..." I trailed off, my gaze shifting to her dirt-streaked soles.

Without hesitation, I slipped off my boots and offered them to her. The boots would look huge on her small feet, but I insisted. "Here, take mine."

She hesitated, her eyes flickering between the boots and my face. But after a moment, she relented, slipping her feet into the boots. They swallowed her delicate frame, but at least her feet were protected now.

"Come on, let's go in there." I said, pointing towards the cafe across the street. She reluctantly agreed, and we made our way to the quiet corner of the cafe, far away from prying eyes.

As we settled into our seats, I couldn't help but ask again. "Hey, are you sure you're okay?"

She sighed, her gaze still darting towards the door. "Yeah, everything is fine." she replied dismissively, her words contradicting the unease look in her eyes.

"Alright." I say simply, my voice barely above a whisper, as I take in the sight of her sitting across from me in the dimly lit cafe. The air is heavy with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, mingling with the soft murmur of conversations and the clinking of cups.

"I'm sorry, I've just had a rough night." she says, her voice trembling slightly. Her eyes, filled with a mix of fear and relief, finally break away from the door as she looked directly at me. Gratitude and something else lingered in her eyes. I can't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards her, even though I don't fully understand why.