Aren't I Normal?

Chapter 57

I can't believe Claude hasn't confessed yet. Why this character so wimpy? Godammit just tell her you love her!! (Yeah I just spazzed about my own fictional character I have no life you see

It started to rain, heavily. But we couldn't stop now. My clothes were so soaked that it started to stick to my skin. Not only was it raining but there was this strong wind that just wouldn't stop blowing onto us.

I squeezed my soggy sleeves and water dripped down from them. Right about now shelter would have seemed like a good idea.

'Let's just stop here,' Claude said, sitting himself on a park bench.

'But you said we couldn't stop,' I reminded him. He cupped my face with his hands.

'Hey, I can tell you're tired so we'll have a five minute break, OK?'

I sat down next to him on the bench that was as wet as I was, resting my head on Claude's shoulder. The sky was a dark greyish colour and other was a layer of fog seeping into the air. It was as if the fog just got thicker and thicker.

'Come on now,' Claude whispered, getting up from the bench. He helped me up and we began to walk again. It was nearly impossible to see through the fog now.

'What happens after this,' I suddenly ask him.

'It could end two ways,' he replies reaching out to hold my hand 'We could be dead or we could still be running.'

'Which one would be better?' I continue asking.

'Which one do you think?' He counters, a small smile spreading on his face. 'Personally I think death is the best option. Then I wouldn't be here wasting my time with you!'

'Fine, then I'll go!' I spat.

He pulled me back 'Calm down, it was a joke,' he purred.

'It was a mean joke,' I crossed my arms.

'Sorry,' he finally said, trying to uncross my arms.

'Say it like you mean it!' I yelled quietly at him.

'Sorry,' he repeated, gently twisting my arms back 'I love you...'

I looked up at him, he was being serious. 'I love you, too.' I found myself whispering.

Suddenly, I could hear loud steady footsteps approaching us but it was hard to make out who it was through the fog.

'Well, well...' A deep voice boomed. There was a cock of a gun.

'Run,' Claude whispered, his face deadly pale. 'Run,'

(A/N can you hear that? Listen closely.....FAILURE. Yep sorry but its true; this chapter failed *author digs grave for the story*

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