Gloves And Us ✔

P A N I C

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He wasn't supposed to say that. No one is supposed to say that to me.

"I wear gloves, have black everywhere for a reason. I don't believe in god. That fucking statement 'whatever happens, happens for good' is utter bullshit. There's nothing like karma either for me.
Black or the dark color resembles my dark life. That shade tells me I don't deserve any color in my life. My past that I don't want anyone to go through. Not even my enemy. "

He said and sat down at the table in the corner. He was facing outside.

The moonlight made him look beautiful. Those locks shined under the light. My hands itched to tug them back to their place. I just wanted t reach there and hold him.

"Let me tell you the reason for everything I just said" He cleared his throat and clenched his fists.

"I was- "

Before he could proceed further his phone rang. He picked up the call and clenched his jaw.

"I'll be there," he gritted.

"I'll be gone for a few days I guess. The spare key is on the table" his jaw still clenched.

What was happening to him?
What has happened to him?

We both stared at each other.

"I'm I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hold you back. Go" I pushed him a bit and dried the tears that were about to leave my eyes.
I breathed in and out. And smiled.

"See, I'm fine. Go now. Don't worry about me" I tried my best to not break down again.

"Get ready" he said and stormed off the library.

I turned and observed the library for the last time and went back to our room.

I ran to the closet and took out the appropriate dress.

I turned around and saw in a black hoodie and black pants.

"Move"

Rude.

He threw his black hoodie at me. "Wear that and one of your pj's. I'll be waiting down" he said and left I quickly wore his hoodie and black pj's. The hoodie smelled like him. Duh!

I loved how it smelled though.

"I'm ready" I panted.

He mumbled something about me being unfit. I was fit.

The pooch was the sign that I'm healthy. I patted my belly and mumbled some 'love yous'

"Come on" he grunted.

We sat in his car and drove off.

"We both are wearing all black. Real buddies" I raised my fist, but he didn't connect his.

Meanie.

"What soap do you use? Can you lend it to me for a day?" I asked eagerly.

He glared at me and I shut my mouth instantly. After a few minutes, I tried to lighten his mood.

I intertwined our hands and stroked his.

"I trust you. But please drive slowly" his lips quirked up.

He hit my head with our intertwined hands.

"Shut it, moron"

After some strokes on his hand and agonising wait we reached a building. It was white in color.