He sat on a table inside a cafe while reading a book.He was lost in thought and imagination; his attention only for the story. He didn't mind the rain, the cold nor the people.
But he caught a wiff of a scent that he knew perfectly well. Aica. He lost all inhibitions and gazed up from the world which his nose was buried.
Her eyes were red and puffy he noticed as she drew nearer to him. He stood up abruptly and had his arms wapped around her. With her safely tucked, he sat her down.
"Aica, what happened?" There was no point in asking if she was okay because, clearly she wasn't.
Silence and snuggling closer to him was her responce. He felt that her body was cold and so he wrapped his coat around her.
His heart squeezed at her pain. Whenever she was hurting, he was too.
"H-he hit me." She sniffed and he cursed.
His blood boiled hot at the revelation. He wanted to punch a wall or better yet pick a fight with her man.
"Can I beat him up?" He asked even if he didn't need her permission to do what he wanted.
"N-no. Please don't. I don't want him to be h-hurt."
Another profane word escaped his lips and she winced. "Sorry," he muttered.
"I-I just want to escape reality right now. Forget everything for a bit."
He knew that it wasn't right. If you had battles to fight, you better face them. But all he thought was how hurt she was and how much he wanted to help her.
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He gripped her hand that was enclosed in his. He had a faint smile on his lips.
