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{🫰 Hand Held. 🫶}

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Zaks perspective.

I'm currently in the car with Darryl. We're on a road trip, woo..! Not really good tho.. I can't cry in front of my ' friend ' can I? Don't think so. I'm just chilling and looking at photos. Darryl is driving and throwing occasional glances at me. Oh no.. what's wrong with me now?.. I suddenly erupt in anxiety, tho I feel someone grasp my hand. I gasp and look down, I don't understand why I'm so jumpy..- wait.. is Darryl.. holding my hand?! I begin to blush, I feel my face get hot, like it's gonna melt.

” N- Darryl..?“

I ask. I was gonna say ’ No!-‘ but I couldn't, I just needed warmth, I needed him.. I hear him respond.

” Yeah?“

I glanced at him, my back was leaned on the chair as I started to anxiously glance everywhere.

” N- nothing..“

I calmed myself down and held onto Darryl's hand like there was no tomorrow with him. He wouldn't leave me tho, right?.. right..

I sighed and looked at my lap, I reached for a plushie and started to fidget around with it. I occasionally threw a quick glance at Darryl, I felt my blush slowly fade away as the hotness of my cheeks started to cool down.