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"You aren't scared of motorcycle right?"
I'm imagining it.
Matt holding a helmet in his hands while leaning on his black motorcycle.
"I've never been in one before."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You know Nick can't drive."
He went quiet for a little and then says "Oh, I just nodded my head." I laugh. Then I feel him holding my hand.
Like the embers of burning fire spilling over the petals of a crimson rose.
His touch is burning and freezing me at the same time.
"Okay, I'll put a helmet on you. You just have to hold me tight."
A wind blowing my face and his warm back.
Riding on his motorcycle, forgetting all of my problems, we ride through the city without thinking about anything.
As time goes, it feels almost impossible to find true happiness from life.
But at this moment, I wanted to turn off my brain and stop thinking. I let all the issues fade away and breathe from my heart, get drunk on my feelings.
We really went to a wonderland.
His cologne mixed with the smell of my favorite candy filling the atmosphere, the sound of our laugh freezing time.
"Thanks for today." Matt says.
But everything that is frozen seems to thaw.
"No, I wanna thank you. It was probably difficult for you to entertain your brother's miserable friend all night."
I have a lot of things I dislike.
One of them is to be pitied by others. I can live without their fake words or actions.
Me and Matt are outside my house. He is probably one or two steps away from me with the helmet I was wearing in his hands.
"Difficult? What's on your mind, Hazel?"
Hmm, I don't know.
Your god damn tempting scent.
Or your voice.
Or maybe how do you look like.
It's full of you.
My mind is always full of you.
But I know, I need to give the answer of his question.
"Did Nick ask you to do all this? He knows that I like you."
For three seconds, there was a strange silence between us that made it felt like a three thousand years.
An unruly spring breeze toying with my slightly disheveled blonde hair. I think of thousand possible scenarios as I held my breath and waited for his answer.
Matt is probably staring at me or to the ground. I never had a moment to see him in the crystal of my eyes, but I already carved out everything I know about him in my brain.
"Now I know that you like me. Let's play fair."
He got a step closer to me.
Maybe we are now in that "uncomfortable" situation.
I blame myself once again in my head.
I really wanna know.
How do you look like Matthew Sturniolo?
"You have to know this. First of all Nick cares about you. And not because you're blind, but because it's 'you'. It's the same for me. I'm not so kind to ask blind girls out for a date out of sheer pity."
Did he just said that he cares about me?
"And?"
We actually both know what he is trying to say. But I smile a little and that was a hint I gave him to say more. I wanted to hear that word so bad.
