Candle In The Wind

8 | A Kind Act

CALLUM
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"Hello?" I heard a voice echo through the walls.

"Callum, are you still here?"

My brows furrowed as I pushed a teared bag of cement up against a wall. The voice sounded familiar. Light and sweet, in other words it sounded like kindness.

"Callum?"

I picked up another bag of Cement and piled it on top of the unopened ones. One of our Clawers tore open about a dozen bags of cement. It was last minute when we were wrapping everything up so I sent everyone home and stayed back to take care of it myself. I was trying to salvage as many bags as I could before it got dark, and I had to put up the blue tarp to cover up the hole we made at the back of the building. I groaned as I pushed up another bag of cement against the wall. Any open bag I could save I pushed it against the wall, and the untouched ones are stacked on top of eachother and as for the ones that were spilled all over the floor gets replaced tomorrow.

"Callum?" The voice sounded closer.

I looked up and found Juliette standing in ruins. This place was a hazard, every step she took to get to where I'm at was dangerous.

I looked down at her feet, she was wearing a pair of black New Balance sneakers and she was standing on top of broken bricks.

My jaw hardened, "don't move." I commanded.

I quickly went to her side and offered her a hand, "let's go inside, on less dangerous grounds."

Her brows dipped as she frowned, she didn't take my hand. Instead, she was staring at it. I looked at my hand and it was covered in cement, the gray substance reached my forearm. I tried to dust my hand off but it didn't work.

I moved and stood next to her, "wrap your arm around my waist then."

"What?" She finally spoke.

"I want to get you inside." I explained, "it's dangerous."

"Why?" She paused, "because I'm pregnant?" She fired back.

"Well, yeah."

She started walking back by herself.

"Juliette," I called in a stressful tone, "Juliette, be careful."

I followed her until we reached flat grounds.

"What brings you here? If it's about progressed, Juliette we just started—"

"I brought you food." She smiled, a warm inviting smile. After finding the courage to finally tear my eyes off of her I noticed the brown paper bag.

This whole entire time I was just now noticing it.

"That's very sweet of you."

Lately, since I met Juliette I've been calling her sweet. It feels like it's all I've done so far. It's starting to feel like if she slapped me in the face I'd still say it.

Oh, thanks. That's very sweet of you.

"Well, I got food too, but it was the end of the day and I thought of you, you've been working hard all day—"

"Do you want to eat here, or?"

"Where would we go?" She said as she looked around, it's like her voice shrunk, it got really small.

"Right, you're right, here's fine, there's one room that's untouched, even the flooring is still intact." I said as I started walking, I could hear her light footsteps behind me.