The Unnatural

Twenty eight

Ethan stiles

"Is there something else you want?" He asks as I hold the bag of perfume in my hand. I think for a second before I shake my head. "No."

"How about food? Are you hungry?" He asks again and I shake my head. He must be busy so I don't want to take more of his time. "No, I'm good." I reply.

"Actually you know what, I just remembered I have something to do." He says before slipping his hand in mine and intertwining our fingers. My eyes widen as I stare at him but he ignores it and starts dragging me behind him. Wave of tingles run down body, the simple contact of our skins unleashing emotions that will bring chaos to me.

He stops walking once we stand in front of a shop. An electronic store.

"Please show me the newest product." Ares says to the salesman as he still holds onto my hand. What is he doing?
"This is the newest model of this brand." The salesman says but his words shake when his eyes land on our hands. Feeling hesitant, I try to pull my hand away from his but Ares tightens his grip, not letting it slip. I look at him from the corner of my eyes and find him unbothered, as if he had no clue what was going on.

"What's the warranty?" Ares raises his eyebrows, pulling me closer to him as he talks to the man with a new phone in his hand. "Minimum two years." He replies, clearing his throat and keeping his focus on Ares.

"Very well. I'll take two of these." Ares says and my eyes widen as I look at the phone in his hand. It's not just random phone. It's iPhone. Apple.
It's expensive and yet he's buying it like he is buying the fruit apples.

"Have you asked for the price?" I whisper to Ares who looks at me from head to toe with a sly expression before looking at the salesman. "Shall I repeat what I have said?"

"No." The man panics, making his way to the cashier.

"Do I look poor to you?" Ares turns his head to look at me and I stay silent for a while.
He has a god damn Ferrari.

With the clothes he's wearing, the way he's carrying himself screams that this guy is rich.

But I will not accept it and boost his confidence.

He is poor in somethings though, for instance, emotions? Kindness? Intelligence?

"Yeah." I narrow my eyes before I look down at our hands. "Can you let go of my hand? I'm not a kid who needs to hold hands with some adult." I remark.
Ares looks down at our hands and immediately opens his hand, letting my hand go. "Oops."

My heart is pounding in my throat at this moment but I cannot show him that. I don't want to.
I'm so done with trying to understand him.

One time he's nice and the other time he's ass.

I hold myself back from rolling my eyes before I decide to take a look at the things on the display. As I walk around, an aisle grabs my attention that is filled with cameras. My eyes land on a Polaroid camera and a smile curls up on my lips.

This is something I have always wanted. I remember asking my parents for this as a Christmas present when I was little. I have always been a person to take pictures of small things, wanting to keep a little pieces of memories with me. My smile fades when a realization hits me, aching my heart and losing myself in void.

I have changed so much ever since I came here.
I was lively, I was someone who would enjoy every single moment, I was someone who never stayed away from my parents. I was someone who would take out a camera at the slightest change of colors in the sky. I was someone who never had the thought of self doubt even when I discovered my sexuality.