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the time showed 4:22am. i quietly turned over the bed, the loud creaks stops me from moving. i tilt my head over seeing timotheé peacefully asleep on the ground with just a mattress from the couch under him.
i placed the letter beside him and began to grab my backpack already filled with my stuff.
i made it outside, dark but sun was slowly on its way to the top. the trees felt like they had a never ending height; all the way to the skies.
i began walking, didn't know where. didn't know what direction. just walking far as possible away from the forest.
stupid boy. i say continuously inside my head.
"where the fuck are you going?" i hear a voice that startled me from behind.
"away." i turned around seeing timothée, giving a slightly confused look at me. "you clearly haven't read the note when i said don't coming look!"
"you won't survive one day out there alone." he bits the inside of his cheek with confusion in his eyes, that made me slowly feel weak and useless. like i didn't stand a chance by myself.
"neither would you—why are you so doubtful of me surviving on my own? you've never saved me before!" i grip my bat tighter, as we stood targeting each other eyes in a far distances. "so stop acting like you have."
"because i've saved you many times!" he shouts back as if i was stupid.
"no you have not!"
"you were the girl— the girl i pulled away from the streets as you watched that building fall into ashes. you were that same exact girl by the train stop almost killed by those things till i pulled you onto the train." he says. "now tell me i haven't save you, i dare you."
he was the person that pulled me into the store and hid me from everything outside. it was him.
"should've left me for dead." i say.
"yeah i should've when i saw you stood near that burning fire, like an idiot." he says aggressively.
"that fire—my parents were in it, asshole." i mumbled, only making me more angered walking furthermore away.
after what he said i was guaranteed to leave.
"fuck—" he stops talking for a moment. "fate, i'm sorry." he tries to jog closer to me, with his voice more in a frantic.
i nod and continued to walk before feeling his touch on my shoulders. i pushed his hands away from me.
"don't you think you've done enough?" i yell. "it's only been two days and i hate every second spent with you."
"i didn't know." he says, with a lower tone. attempting to calm me down.
"exactly, you know nothing about— me. now let me go." i wanted to cry but i held it all in. "you only know me from what you hear. so why don't we just leave it at that, okay?"
i walk further away.
"but what i know about you is that—" i cut his words off.
"i don't want to hear it!" i raise my voice louder.
"i don't want you dead, fate." he finished. "so you either stay here with me or i'm going with you."
i realized this might be the only person i have left. was i making the right decision to just go? or was i being selfish.
because right now. he was all i had. and i was all he had.
as pathetic and as much as i hated him, i couldn't go.
"wherever you go, i go." he says.
—
"can we do something?" i asked. staring at the ceiling as i sat in the kitchen spinning the chair he was in over and over again.
"like what." he asked.
i poke my head from the couch and rest my head on the side staring at him. "not die from boredom." i mumbled.
"isn't that too bad." he sighs, not having a care.
"oh shut up." i roll my eyes again.
he thinks for a moment; rushing over me like he's been waiting for the right time to say it, "i'm sorry about your parents." he says. "i was inconsiderate and didn't think twice—"
"we all say shit we don't know anything about, right?" i gave a faint smile, sitting further away from him.
he nods, still looking at me with worry, showing his apology was sincere.
"so." i puffed a pillow and placed it on my lap. "is there anything you wanna share." i asked. "like how you got all those weapons." i stared at the kitchen counter seeing guns and knives scattered around.
"parents used to own a weapon shop." he says quietly.
i didn't know how to react when he said that. 'used to' i assumed they died.
—
it was LATE at night, i get out of my bed with the discomfort of my bra wire aggressively poking breast from underneath.
lifting my white shirt before pulling it off.
i turn around seeing timothée; he wasn't asleep. he had his back against the wall, lighting a cigarette. before inhaling it.
i quickly pull my shirt back down, pulling more sheets over me.
"don't think so highly of yourself, i looked away." he puts the cigarette between his mouth.
i rolled my eyes. "actually quite insecure about my body, so i rather you get out the room so i can take this off." i say.
he smirks "this isn't some little scheme right? just so you can get my attention, you so desperately want." he turns around so we weren't facing each other.
"trust me, i do not need your attention." i continued to change. "besides —looks like i've already received it." i then lay back onto the pillow.
i can hear his soft chuckle. "keep dreaming." he says softly. "but it won't come true."
