He finally starts to let go of me. I don't want this moment to end, but I don't want it to get weird either.
"Sorry about that." He says to me. He's looking at me right in the eyes. His are blue, but have gold flecks and a dark blue ring around them. They seem to look right into me. "I thought you might need that." He says, his voice a little shaky.
"Thank you." I barely breath out. My voice has almost totally gone, and I feel weak, like I have just been punched in the gut.
"You wanna go some place we can talk?" he asks, holding out his hand to me.
"I, I shouldn't really..." I stammer out, staring at his out stretched hand. This could go so badly so fast. But I want to go with him. I want more comfort from him.
"Tell you what, you decide where." He smiles, and it's like a knife has just been plunged into my chest. My breath is short and I feel light headed, but I reach out and take his hand. It's like grabbing onto a life line. The comfort is almost immediate, and I can feel it running from his hand into me.
"Ok." I say, my voice more steady. He leads me by the hand down the pavement, and for a while we walk quietly side by side, hand in hand. Finally he opens his mouth to talk.
"I never did catch your name" he says, smiling at me again. I smile myself, something so rare for me before replying.
"Eve."
To be continued ;)
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Haunted
Mystery / Thriller"I know I shouldn't be here. I know its stupid. But if I back out, then I'm a coward, and I am no coward. Theres only one thing for it... I'm going in..." ok, this was originally an idea from a friend for how to get over my writer...
