"You seem to really have a death wish," His voice was deep and raspy, with all the hints of accusation laced into each word, spitefully. His dark eyes glared down at me and at this moment they looked almost black. I felt my mouth drop open, unable to close it or to find a quick response. All I could do was stare at him as he still continued to hold onto my forearm tightly. My long sleeved shirt bunched up where he was grabbing me.
He scoffed at me, shaking his head, before turning to look at me with questioning eyes.
"Did me saving you yesterday make you decide that you were going to do something else stupid like walk into oncoming traffic?" He scolded me, and for a brief moment I felt like a child being reprimanded by their parent. I wanted to make a smart remark back but my mind was blank and I didn't think that I could possibly say anything at this moment. He stared down at me, expectantly, like he was waiting for a response, but he wasn't going to get one.
He must have realized that pretty quickly as well, because he rolled his eyes and let out an impatient sigh. His lips were set into a hard line like he wanted to say more but also held himself back from saying anything. He still didn't let go of my arm and I wasn't about to bring it up, it felt nice to have this small physical contact- even if it was with a strange rude man.
"I-I wasn't paying attention," I finally stuttered out, glancing down at his outfit. He was wearing a black long sleeved shirt, black pants and a pair of black loafers. Even though he was wearing all dark clothes there was something about him that glowed, he was still the brightest thing of this day.
"Well, that was obvious, let's go, the crosswalk is green." He pulled me along with him and I had to race to keep up with his long strides as he held onto my arm tightly, if I didn't keep up I probably would have fallen onto my face. There were a few other people that were crossing with us, giving us strange looks, more so they were all looking at the guy that was with me, more than they were looking at me.
I could understand why they were looking at him, it was hard not to. His entire aura screamed for attention even though he didn't seem like the type that would want it.
It surprised me a bit when we had finally crossed to the other sidewalk and he still didn't let go of my arm but stopped in his tracks and turned around fully to look at me. I ran into his chest without meaning to, my forehead hitting into his collarbone and I jumped back a few steps, feeling blush creep onto my cheeks and the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
"Drink some of your coffee before it gets cold," He instructed, and without thinking about it I obliged, lifting my other hand that held the cup to my lips and taking a sip from it. "There, maybe that might make you focus." He gave me one sharp nod of approval, glancing behind me, as though he were looking for something specifically. His eyes were narrowed, like he was trying to survey our surroundings, or he was looking for someone.
I felt a little disappointment fill my chest. Of course he would probably have a girlfriend and would be looking for her, maybe that was why he was walking around downtown alone, because he was waiting for her. After a few seconds his eyes turned back to look down at me. We stood there for a moment, while we looked at each other. I was trying to understand what the expression was on his face but couldn't understand it fully.
He pursed his lips. "I have decided that you are too prone for accidents to be alone. I am going to walk with you to wherever you need to go," He stated, it wasn't a question and it didn't seem like he was one to be argued with and wouldn't take no as an answer. The guy wore a determined expression on his face.
I cocked my head to the side as I looked at him, taking another sip of my lukewarm coffee. There was something about him, his presence, that I couldn't put my finger on even as much as I racked my brain for answers. Something about his cold demeanor that somehow made the emptiness in my chest feel not so empty. I felt calm. I knew that this was a dangerous feeling to have, especially with someone I had just met, but I couldn't help how I felt. Under his hard gaze and his strong hand that was still wrapped around my forearm, like he was never letting go, I felt a sort of peace.
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Deaths Fate
Romance"You can't protect her, she has to die- either she dies or her soul dies and that is a fate worse than death." Izabol Hernandez was supposed to die at seven years old, it was apart of the plan that was set forth for her. It was written into existenc...
