The strings we found in the darkness

Her scarf had fallen

Winona POV-
I really hoped the lights would come back soon.
His face sketched with worry, broke my soul bit by bit.
But secretly, I had this feeling of significance to him, just for right now. That I was one of the people who he could seek comfort in.
Why am I feeling like this?
I don't know Matteo very well after-all.
Flicker flicker flicker
The subway lights are turning back on!
"Matteo, I think they're getting the subway moving again." I exclaim.
He breathes a sigh of relief.
"Thank god" he sighs.
He didn't let go of my hand.
He still squeezed it.
I was still standing In-front of him looking down at him on the seat.
But without warning- the subway suddenly accelerated.
I'm thrown forward.
I loose my balance and close my eyes. Oh god. No, what's-

Matteo's POV-
The subway began again and the lights came on.
Thank god.
Winona wasn't holding onto anything but my hand when the subway jolted forward.
THUD
I reached out.
I held her sides.
So she wouldn't fall anymore, holy crap this is awkward.
"Are you okay?" I awkwardly utter. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks- for catching me." She responds.
She reaches to a pole near us and holds onto that.
"Sorry about that, I should've guessed we were going to start going." Winona apologised.
"Hey don't worry about it." I remark.

The subway ride finally continues.
The sun kissed the inside of the subway.
Especially Winona's brunette hair, giving it an auburn glow.
After the agony of panic. A wave of relief crashes over me like a chaotic wave on a calm shore.
I love the light.
I love people who bring light. I love whatever provides brightness in a dull-world.
Winona, helped me.
She helped me so much.
Her phone flashlight, her warm touch. Both felt like the sun. A gentle caress of the sunshine, she held it all.
Lost in my thought, a soft hum.
Plaguing my hearing with a disease of desire and longing.
Gentle harmonies.
Of course, she was doing that. She was scanning her surroundings whilst making such a beautiful sound?
She had perfect tune.
"Hey I just..." I tried to get out but she seemed distracted.
"Alright Matteo, I've got to go! This is my stop.
But call me later if you can. I'd love to chat to you."
She smiled as she strolled out.
Slip
Huh?
Shit... her scarf had fallen.
"Winona!!!" I yelled.
The doors closed.
I remained rooted in place, sensing the delicate fabric beneath my touch.
Her warmth still radiating off of it as I clutched my hand around it and cradled it in my fist. "I'll have to give it back to her later." I spoke under my breath.
She's going to need it.
I don't want her to get cold at all.

Winona POV-
Why does it feel nippy out here?
The weather app says it's 8*C (46*F)
That'll be why.
I thought I brought my scarf didn't I? Where did it go?
I huffed.
I must've left it on the subway whilst it was dark.
It's fine, I had a job to do. Finally, I got to my apartment.
On the couch I had collapsed. I reached for my phone and scrolled through old contacts.
"Matteo... Matteo... there!" I had found his name.
I'll shoot him a text.
Or should I.
Ah.
No. Winona. Don't be stupid. Do it.
I did it.
"I hope you're okay now."
Her phone was then thrown across the room.
My face planted into the pillow.
"Why is he actually so cute?" I screamed.