𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #2
She was addicted to a type of sadness that pulled her deeper into her hole. She changed herself because of her hanging past. He avoided the dark parts of his life, doesn't mean the darkness didn't loom over him.
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BRIANNA
*Nine years later*
I'm hungry. I can't even see where I'm going. I know it's suppose to be a suprise but I feel really unsafe with this blindfold over my eyes.
"Isaac, I will murder you if something happens to me." I threaten lightly but he laughs.
"I offered to carry you but you said no." He reminds me.
"Could you really carry two people?" When he doesn't respond, I continue, "exactly, that's what I thought. I'm too fat for your skinny little arms."
"Is it pregnancy that's making you this talkative?"
"No, it's the fact that I don't know where I'm fucking going and its pissing me off." I cuss and he squeezes my hand.
"No cursing, they can hear you. I read it from this parenting book your mom gave to us." We come to a stop and he removes my blindfold. It takes a few blinks before I adjust to the lighting.
"I need monitor your visits to my mom." I say while rubbing my eyes.
He places a hand on my lower back and leads me towards a small bank besides the river. I can see a boat with items inside but the surprise doesn't register until a few seconds in.
"Oh shit." He never fails to always exceed my expectations.
The boat was made of light oak, smooth and polished. On it sits a blanket, folded neatly under a small brown basket. Inside I see a sneak peak of my favourite candy. I wouldn't get excited over a packet of sweets but because the shop that sells them is literally in Korea and we only tasted them once when we went abroad to one of his games.
"Isaac, I don't like when you make me cry." I pout out my wobbly lip and he chuckles beside me. He leads me into the boat without any words and gets on it after me.
He grabs the ores and rows us away from the river banks, slowly an calmly. Once we're dead in the middle of the lake behind our house, he stops. The house only a small dot in the distance. The bright yellow sun beams down at us, radiating heat and warmth.
A beautiful spring day.
"Are you going to drown me again?" I tease to him while he opens the basket up. He laid out the blanket halfway and laid it on the floor of the boat so he could lay the food out.
"Nope, not ready to lose you." He mumbles an answer as if he were nervous. It's something he does whenever he is nervous. He'll mumble incoherent responses and avoid your gaze.
"It's a really beautiful day." I sigh and throw my head back, allowing the sun to bake me completely. I take a deep breath in and smell all the flowers and the stinging pollen around us.
