Closed Arcade | KINICH

Chapter 7- Blurred and Distant

"I can walk back from here-"
"No. We're no where near the arcade."

'How did I end up here...?' Y/n sighed mentally then she turned to look out of the window. She sat quietly in the passenger seat of his car, watching the sun go down the horizon.

As the car sped down the highway, Y/n sat quietly in the passenger seat, her forehead resting gently against the cool glass of the window.

Outside, the world blurred by, bathed in the soft hues of dusk. The fading light painted the sky in deep purples and warm oranges, casting long shadows over the landscape.

She watched as the distant trees and rolling hills seemed to melt into the twilight, their edges softened by the approaching night. Her thoughts drifted with the changing colors, lost somewhere between the road ahead and the peacefulness of the car ride with her beautiful stranger.

The car hummed steadily as they sped down the highway, the silence between them heavy but not uncomfortable. She stared out the window, watching the blur of trees and distant lights, her mind replaying the events of the day in fragments.

Beside her, the boy's hands gripped the steering wheel, his eyes focused ahead, but the tension between them was unmistakable. Neither of them had spoken much since he'd insisted on driving her home, and though she had agreed without argument, the quiet that followed felt loaded.

She wasn't sure what to say—part of her wanted to ask about what had happened back in the woods, about the look in his eyes that had left her so dazed.

But she hesitated, unsure if it was the right time.

The rhythmic sound of the tires on the road filled the space between them, and she stole a glance at him. His profile was sharp in the dim light, his jaw set, yet there was a softness in the way he kept glancing at her from the corner of his eye, as if checking on her without wanting to seem obvious.

"Thanks... again," she finally said, her voice breaking the quiet. He nodded, his gaze still on the road.

"You don't need to thank me," he replied, his tone steady but with an edge of something unspoke, "I just didn't want anything to happen to you."

He gripped the steering wheel with one hand, the other resting lazily on the gear shift as he navigated the highway with a calm, steady ease. 

His black, fluffy hair caught the last bit of evening light, tousled slightly by the wind slipping in through the cracked window. His yellow-green eyes flickered between the road ahead and the rearview mirror, intense yet relaxed, as if they held an entire universe of quiet thoughts behind them.

The silence returned, thick and lingering, but this time it felt charged with questions neither of them were ready to ask. The lights of the highway stretched ahead, endless, as they both tried to make sense of what had shifted between them.

"It's you... What are you doing here..?" 

Dropped in the pulls from like about 3 weeks ago. Sorry for the delay for the chapter, things were rough, and I figured out why I was having a writer's block on top of all this.

You see, when I have writer's block even though I have something to work with, is because this something that I've already written can't advance forward, like there's nothing more I can write for it. So it takes me a while to realize that I have to rearrange the chapters and how things are written. Which is what I did today and why I was so productive with writing. Mini chapter, but it's better than nothing. I'll prolly release some chapters throughout this week to make up for the past month.