My Plushie (SeaChaos)

Part 23 - A Visit

~Nanners' POV~

The large man who had yelled at Maxwell is now smiling and speaking with some other guy with his back faced towards me. For once his expression isn't pure bitterness and hatred like he always looks whenever he's talking to anybody. The man he's speaking with much be one hell of a smooth talker or he just isn't a thief, which is very rare in this town if you're also not a seller. There are two type of peopl here, either you're a thief, or you're a poor merchant trying to sell all of your wares without having thieves steal your every belonging. I sigh and turn away, still a bit unsettled about what Madeline had said and how Gassy had his wording. He seemed mad at me, and if he were mad at me then he would probably lie to me about something right? I'll... maybe I'll have to call Chilled later, Ze first but if Ze fails I'll have to call Chilled... but I can't. Deleting his phone number forever was a stupid idea, even if I was avoiding him I should have a form of contact with him. No, if I've had a form of contact with him all of this time I would have called him a hundred times by now.

"Thanks for the help," a familiar voice calls out and I immediately turn around urgently. The man who the angry large man had been talking with turns around and I feel every fabric of my being freeze when the man turns around with the cutest smile and the most adorable large and dark eyes. Chilled. Chilled is here? Since when? His eyes meet with mine and I tense up, waiting for the reaction he'll have after seeing...but...nothing. He doesn't express even seeing me, he just stares blankly at me and looks around, seeming confused and a bit nervous before taking a step forward and pauses again, looking around once again. I watch him, more and more observing his actions which are definitely not Chilled, but that is most definitely Chilled.

I open my mouth to say something but suddenly he glances up towards me and for a second I wonder if he's going to say something to me but instead he looks right past me. His eyes might be directly at my face but he's looking at something that is most definitely not my face. Realization strikes me. Gassy.... Gassy lied and Madeline.... Madeline told the truth. Chilled is blind. My hand moved up to my chest, gripping onto my shirt's material tightly as if it's at fault for doing this to Chilled only to mask the pain I'm feeling in my chest. This man, the one who used to look directly at me with so much conern, care, absolute trust. Since... since when? Chilled takes another step forward running directly into a woman. He immediately backs away and apologizes, seeming to be panicking, a lot more panicky than the Chilled I remembered. I hold my hand at my mouth, watching him seem more nervous as he looks back to the path he had been walking down, or at least it looks like he looked at that path. I've had enough with this.

"Chilled?" I call out and immediately Chilled's head jerks up and the brightest smile appears on his face.

"Nanners?" he calls out excitedly and take several steps forward but the beaming smile on his face suddenly vanishes completely and he glances around and glances down, putting his foot slightly forward before taking the step. I watch him struggle to try and get past nothing. How...how did this happen to him? Did it happen while he was away? Suddenly I recall every single time Gassy tried to tell me anything about Chilled. Every single time I heard the name I just made some sort of excuse and hung up the phone. It's no wonder Gassy was irritated with me when I suddenly asked him about Chilled, the very person I've been avoiding and Gassy's known it. 

"Nanners?!" Chilled suddenly shouts, the look in his eye seeming to begin to panic and show a sort of fear I used to never dream of being on Chilled's face. It doesn't fit. I walk forward, closing the distance in between us, tired of watching Chileld struggle. As I arrive in front of him Chilled takes another step forward, bumping right into me. He immediately backs away, preparing to apologize btu before he can I pull him into an embarace. He stands still in my embrace, confused for a second before he returns the hug, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly towards him. What is this? Did we... did we just both really want a hug from each other?