Running With the Devil (SCP Fanfic)

Chapter 25: Home by Halloween

A couple of days have passed now as James and Malo walked along the sides of the road. It had been raining lightly on and off just enough to keep the autumn leaves slick and shiny with water, and James and Malo soaked. They each had their hands in their pockets to keep them warm and hidden from the wetness.

A car whooshed by spraying them with water and filling their lungs with the smell of rain. Malo kept her head down, concealed by the hood she wore and kept walking.

"How much longer if you don't mind me asking?" James asked as he walked beside her.

"Almost two more days of walking, it says," Malo said solemnly.

"Plenty of time to think about the question I want to ask," he thought as he watched some orange leaves fluttered down into a puddle.

Malo thought, too, though about something else, "How should I tell him?" She shifted her gaze over to James.

She could see his eyes, something about the dull rusty orange, dark brown, and gray overcast, made them and his outline pop, and the colors he wore brought out his eyes even further.

She was quickly distracted from her thoughts and asked, "What color are your eyes?"

"Huh, my eyes?"

"Yeah, they're not like any eyes I've seen before."

"They're hazel."

"Like a light brown hazel, I don't think so," she shook her head, confused.

"That's just what they call it, I don't know why. Just take a look," James stopped.

Malo stopped too and looked into his eyes. They were unique and made of different colors. The colors were a mix of olive and light brown transitioning into each other and was bordered by a ring of a dark stormy blue that could almost be mistaken for gray. She stood there on the side of the road in the rain for a good few minutes entranced by them. They were wonderful to look at.

"They're pretty," Malo finally said after looking at them silently.

"You think so? From anywhere else, they look brown."

They started walking again, "That's what makes them so special, only I get to know what they really look like, it's like a secret that only some who are close enough can be let in on."

James smiled as he walked, "Thanks. Your eyes are pretty too, I wish I could see them again," his final notion wiped the smile from his face.

Malo went back to her thoughts, "Hopefully, one day, I'll get even closer to look at them fully and take them in. So...," she sighed, "how should I tell him that... I love him?" She found it hard to think the final words as she was afraid that James would somehow hear her thoughts.

Time was passing by fast as she continued to ponder the question, two hours in fact. She stopped her delusional conspiracy that James could somehow read her mind and let the floodgates open, making up scenarios in her head where she didn't even have to ask her question and he asked the question instead or another scenario where she accidentally let's it slip out and the secret is now out in the open and she kept making these scenarios in her mind until she rested on the idea that it wouldn't happen anyway that she wanted it to, it would actually happen naturally and she accepted that happily.

The idea that it would come naturally made her happy and excited, and her tail began to wag as she looked forward to that day. She held the rosary as her paws became sweaty, the idea of love making her heartbeat race. She took note of the rosary in her hand, and an idea dawned on her, "I guess I'll leave it to you, and then I'll know it'll be perfect."