𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞

Dedicated to: 12Aastha

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  Claudia's POV

     I tip toed, losing my balance once in a while but recovering quickly. I've never been a rebel, not like I am right now though. Maybe a little bit because only a rebel will be sneaking out of the house this late.

I got to the door and unlocked it quickly before opening it quietly. I turned to scan the whole area and realized that It was alright. I was alright.

I stepped out and closed the door successfully. I turned around in triumph, happy that I crept out successfully only to be met by the unapologetic cold that rushed to my chest.

I rubbed my hands together and walked on feeling self conscious and cold. I've watched thriller movies with Fabian and one started this way. An innocent, frail and tired girl walking alone on the street and some guy rushes up to her and seizes the remaining time she has on earth.

I shuddered at the thought. I imagined everyone crying and wearing funeral clothes and the Police lurking around and asking everyone questions. Even if they do get the murderer, the deed is done. It won't bring the dead back or anything.

I found myself still walking towards the park despite my wild and grotesque imaginations. Despite the fact that I could picture myself in a blue six inches coffin.

After a sharp turn, the park became visible and I found the reason behind all these standing there. Standing tall with his back turned was Adam.

My steps quickened and I made it there earlier than I expected. I stood on my toes and tapped his shoulders. He turned around gently and my heart pumped faster because I saw his face, his handsome face.

"I'm here." I said giving him a frown.

Not because I wanted to but because he deserved it. Threatening to stay in the park all night except I meet him wasn't nice. It wasn't reasonable either.

His lips curled up to a smile and he pocketed his hands.

"You came." He said.

"You left me no choice." I stated and he ran his hands through his hair.

"So what is all this about?" I asked while rubbing my hands together.

He seemed to have noticed that because he pulled off the jacket he was wearing revealing the Tshirt he was wearing and attempted to wrap it around me but I stopped him.

"You don't have to." I said.

"I want to." He expressed and wrapped it around my shoulders.

I sighed before wearing it and felt warmer. It also smelt like him and for some strange reason, I liked it. He was staring at me, being quiet and I wondered what he was thinking about, at that exact moment.

"You still haven't told me why we're here." I said staring elsewhere.

"I'll like us to go somewhere next week." I heard him say.

I looked at him just to be sure that he was saying that to me and that he meant it. But he did, and he looks serious about it too.

"Where...why?" I asked.

He smiled and ran his hand through his golden hair again.

"Where? Somewhere around town. Why? Because you have to be there." He replied.

Around town? Because I have to be there? What's he playing at exactly? Does he mean, a date?

"That's not a good answer. I need something concrete." I demanded and he shrugged.