Romantic feelings can bloom in the most unpredictable ways.
When twenty one year old, Harry joins his mother on a summer long language teaching program, he is cast away from his life in Korea and thrown into the rural surroundings of New England. W...
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Author's Notes - Practicing first person POV.
Trust - A One Shot
'No! No way. No!' She wasn't even looking at me, tending to our teammate and putting everyone first before herself. Why was everyone letting her be so selfless? Well, I wasn't about to take advantage of her kindness. There has to be another way. There needs to be another way.
At the time, the telephone pole next to us looked like an obvious choice to redirect my anger towards, although, my bruised knuckles would say otherwise.
'Dammit, Y/n! Would you just, j-just listen to me for once?' An obvious lie I awkwardly choked out. It got her attention, nonetheless.
I ignored the two others in our group, unable to break my eye contact. Why wasn't she saying anything? In the past, her amber colored eyes provided soothing clarity to most our issues, however, in this case no answers were offered. A strand of her wavy hair caught in her pouted lips. I knew she was searching for the words she wanted to say. Mulling over my feelings before she spoke. 'Say something.' I softened.
'Harry, I know these aren't ideal circumstances, but, we need to act rationally here.' She left Zion's side to stand face to face with me in the open. Even though there was enough room for a marching band between these small-town store fronts and the others across the street, her existence made the space around us small and intimate, as if were were in between the isles of our favorite secret library. The urge to whisper got the best of me. 'Y/n , please. Let's find a different way.'
She took my hand, her disappointment etched on her face when she saw the developing bruises on my knuckles. A textbook mother telling her angsty child "what am I going to do with you"?
'Zion's too heavy for me to carry, even with you or Eugene helping me. The most logical decision would be for me to act as a diversion. That way, you three can run away from the danger and make it back to the dorm safe.' Y/n pleaded.
'They're zombies, Y/n. Walking, diseased, corpses. You'll probably be killed!'
My stomach soured for some reason. Was it because of the circumstances, or maybe, it was because I'd just patronized her. This was the same girl that lasted for months on her own before the guys and I were lucky enough to find her. She's the most capable out of any of us, and yet, I couldn't help but fixate on her mortality. All our mortality, for that matter.
I broke eye contact with her, turning my head to the right. It was annoying how smug the Easter bunny display looked, safely behind the store's tempered glass, the last box of peeps mocking us feeble mortals as we argued. At this rate, those damn things would last longer than us. Zombies don't have much of a sweet tooth, I think. I forced a swallow, 'All right.' The words were vinegar in my mouth. She nodded her head and went to leave. I clung to her by the wrist before she could go. 'Y/n.' My throat growing thick, 'come back safe, you hear?'
