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days go by and we stayed by the convenient store, the amount of walking sore our legs and tired our lungs, my wound caused an enormous amount of headaches.
i sit outside watching the lake from nearby, the streams going on a consistent pattern, the color of light blue that glisten in the sun that resembled sparkling diamonds.
timothée huffs gently and sits besides me on the bench. "i can probably guess your favorite color." he smiled.
"what is it?" i give a faint smile.
"blue."
"how'd you know?"
"riley told me." he smiled.
"she's like your little birdy?" i asked.
"i would always talk about you to her... back at the house. quite often actually, it was like i was in love with yo—" he stops talking realizing he almost spilled that he loved me.
i avoided what just happened, walking by the river. "i look terrible right now." i mumbled to myself.
he walks over the rocks, making his way beside me. "you look beautiful, you always do."
"yeah with this red scar on my face, sure do." i say sarcastically.
"still beautiful, fate."
"am not."
"yes. yes you are."
i tap my toes into the water before walking fully clothed into it. "you're crazy you know that?" he smiled.
"crazy? i thought i was beautiful?" i pull my eyebrows downwards and pouted.
he narrows his eyebrows at me "you can be both." he walks closer towards me, i pull his hand into the river with me, splashing water onto him, he tries to catch up to me but i run through the waters.
"you're gonna pay for this!" he chuckled, while his clothes trenched with water.
"let me go!" i laughed.
"not until you kiss me."
"i guess i'll be in your arms forever! because i am not kissing you."
"guys i've been trying to find you all day!" riley appears near the river, timothée and i immediately step away from each other. i go over to riley while he runs his hand through his wet hair.
"we were just here riley." i smiled at her.
she looks at us, her eyes going to him and then me. "do you like timothée?" she asked.
this was the first time she's seen him and i this close. the first time we actually touched in a loving way towards each other.
"god no! don't be ridiculous." i laughed at off, timothée gets out from the river walking back into the house.
"if you like him just say it." she whispered in my ear.
i nod. "i'm afraid i can't—because i don't love him in that way." i mumbled. "i once loved someone that much, riley. that boy was name griffin he's gone now. and i don't think it's possible to replace someone like him."
"you can always start over." she looks at me in the eye, her soft brown eyes that glistened in the sun.
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I sat in the strangers room, my eyes attached to the ceiling. waiting to leave this house, i wanted to keep walking to get to fairmount haven already, but the weather has gone bad, the rain wouldn't stop so we held back and stayed here even longer.
timothée doesn't make eye contact with me, he goes to grab his book he constantly wrote in, the brown leathered book.
"hey!" i say with a soft smile on my face.
"hi." he says quietly.
i give him a odd look, my eyebrows both raised. "what's....wrong?" i give a faint smile.
"nothing." he says, cutting the conversation short.
"you can say it timothée." i was curious, i didn't think what made him so upset but i didn't like this interaction, it felt like he wanted to avoid me.
"can we forget about all of this? whatever has been happening between us for the past two days. let it die out." he says, holding his book in between arm as he gives me a unbothered look.
"y-you're serious?"
"why wouldn't i be?" he says.
i pinched the bridge of my nose. "you're going back to being that asshole? you treated me like shit since the beginning! the first time i've seen you at that train stop you already had so much to say." i say progressing into anger. "it's silly of me to think you've changed. you get nothing out of toying with my emotions."
"i'm not toying with anything fate! i'm doing the right thing—and the right thing is for us to be as far away as possible; because it will never happen or work out in the end." he shots a look at me.
"i hate you!" i screamed at him. "i hate everything about you, you're selfish and sick. you don't know what you want. i don't ever want to speak to you again." i hold my tears in as i hold my fist tightly with anger shooting up my blood.
