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𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜 - 𝒓𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏

There were not many people around, as the weather was getting shittier and it started raining heavier and you could only see two other people waiting for the bus. As you got off at the station where to shop is located you recite what you wanna buy to go home as fast as possible because your coat was already drenched just by walking the few steps to the entrance of the shop.

Your shoes squeaked when you walked on the rubber floor of the shop and you quickly gather your stuff and go to the cash register. "Thank you y/n, I wish you a pleasent night. Take care." the shop owner said and you waved him a quick farewell as you stepped out of the sliding glass door, noticing how heavy it was raining. 

The paper shopping bag was already so wet from running to the bus stop to take shelter that it almost lost the handle, so you had to carry it like you were carrying a baby. Finally the bus came and you rode home.

As soon as the door of the vehicle opened you stood up, completely forgetting to grab the bag like a baby and just grabbing the wet handles. You didn't realize your mistake as your attention was on the person who was standing on the side of the bus stop leaning against it with a cigarette in his hand. Your mistake would soon make itself known because as you were walking the first few steps studying the figure just standing there, your steps got faster to escape the rain.

Just as you passed the person, trying to make out his face, the feeling in your hand suddenly gets lighter and you hear a thump. When you looked down you only saw the handles of the much too small and wet paper bag, that was once attached to them, hanging loosely in your hand. Sushi, beer cans, a lighter, bread and butter scattered all over the wet concrete with raindrops dancing all around it, as if they wanted to mock you. 

Through your airpods you hear some sinister laugh and turn around while gathering all of the pieces of your shopping trip. Casually getting wetter the longer they lay there while you try to pick up and carry all of the stuff without a bag anymore.

At least I have the cigarettes in the pocket of my coat. Ugh. I hate it here. 

You see a shadow hovering over you while kneeling on the cold concrete and look up to whoever the fuck laughed at your accident. Your eyes travel up his body, noticing the business attire and a big coat covering his upper body and his hair. As your eyes met his, you remembered. The guy from the bus, who saw you fall a few days ago. His eyes were just as beautiful and captivating as the last time. He turned his head and you saw a strand of pink hair falling down the side of his face, covering one of his eyes, while little droplets of rain dripped off of it.

He sneered and turned his face the other way so it was illuminated by the street lights and you could notice the scars again.

"I could get used to beautiful women kneeling down in front of me. I wonder if you also break when you get wet, just like your bag."

He lets out a deep raspy chuckle with an evil glance in his eyes and puts the cigarette back in the corner of his mouth as he turns on his heel and walks away without saying anything else. As the heat rises to your cheeks you also feel anger rising in your thoughts that you couldn't come up with a good comment right away.

You sit there on the cold and dirty ground watching him walk away trying to still think of a comeback to his statement. You usually were good with comebacks but you must admit he caught you cold and you were still perplexed at the situation. You shook your head and gathered your things finally and struggling to take all of your stuff home without a bag, while shaking your head as if you didn't just see what happened.

Your cheeks got heated as you think more and more about the situation.

How did he just?.... Oh my fucking god. I feel so embarrassed. What the fuck was that?

As you open your apartment door you are glad you're finally home and you can take a real shower after being showered in the rain. You put the groceries in the fridge and place the cigarettes on the counter while you get in the shower.

Finally you let the hot water run down your h/c hair and it feels like you can let go of the whole weird ass day. Thoughtless you grab your shampoo and begin to wash your hair and try to still make sense of the conversation to the guy from before. It just would get in your head what this guy is all about. You have been shampooing your hair for at least half an hour when you snap back to reality and decide it's time to get out of the shower. You can't see anything in the bathroom mirror because it's so steamy inside. Carelessly you run your brush through your hair and put in a bun and putting a towel on top when you decide to go for a smoke. Time and time again you still shake your head still trying to realize what the fuck had happened and feeling the embarrassement all over again. 

You grab your robe from behind the door so you can put the cigarettes in your pocket. Lost in thought you inhale the smoke and puff it out, watching cars pass by on the street. People going for a walk, even if it is really cold outside. Leaves on the ground, glistening from the street lights all around. You don't really feel the crisp fall air while wearing your fluffy bathrobe, you just notice blowing out more smoke than usual, indicating the cold temperature. After putting out the cigarette on the balcony you plop yourself on the couch, cuddle your cozy blanket and put on a movie but fall asleep soon after putting it on.