I ran up to him, eyeing down his unreadable block of face.
"What did you just say?"
He kept taking big strides, making me fasten my pace.
"Did you not hear? I said let's get you some stockings."
"No..no..i mean why get stockings for me out of the blue? You were talking about taking risks before?"
His eyes remained on the street in full focus. It was getting late.
I cleared my throat.
"Look..I think we should head back to the hotel..streets are getting all empty..."
He kept walking.
"It's not safe...it's not important..."
He didn't stop.
"Let's head back to the hotel...come on.."
I took a big stride, holding his hand. But my hold had no impact on him whatsoever. The wind brushed past my legs, making me shiver.
"Are you listening!?"
I gave up with all the kindness.
And just like that, he stopped in the middle of an empty street, facing me.
I exhaled, holding up my hands.
"Sorry...sorry..."
He stepped forward, making my chest tighten. His eyes drilled on me, his jawline appearing razor sharp.
"Do you think I have time for this?"
His eyes grew heavy. I couldn't look away.
"Look at yourself."
His words made me glance at my body, going up at the cold lashing in his eyes, matching the bitter wind.
"You are all pale. The last thing I want is for you to get sick. We need to get you leggings before you collapse on the hotel bed sick."
A sigh escaped my breath, my voice getting calmer.
"So you are worried that I might get sick and that might harm your plans?"
"Actually, that is not my only worry."
I blinked, scanning his carved face as he stepped further, making me flinch back.
"Uh...what is the other...worry?"
His eyes remained on me like icing on a landslide.
"That someone stole your stockings and you didn't tell me."
A wave of relief washed over me in a split-second realization. I put up a fake smile.
"Oh..it's not that...I actually removed them because i thought I was getting rashes...then someone took it in the restroom...it's a long story...it's fine.."
He nodded, the tense expressions on his face disappearing back to being emotionless.
"You can't do a single thing properly, can you?"
I scratched the back of my neck.
"Uh...I will take care next time..and it's okay...no need to get me stockings or anything..."
"I swear if you will get sick..."
"No..no..i won't...I promise..I just need some rest..."
We walked back to the hotel in clattering silence. At night, the lamp post and building lights were all lit, creating a nostalgic atmosphere.
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Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)
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