Wish That You Were Here (ENOCH X READER)

11~ A Cold Touch

" If I tell you who they are... you have to promise me you won't run away, got it?"
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The children, lead by Miss Peregrine had made their way through the houses fairy tale like gardens and down a slim rocky path. Slowly but surely the trees had parted to reveal the picturesque landscape of Cairnholm Island. This definitely wasn't like the Cairnholm (Y/n) and Jake had been staying at outside of the loop...this version of the island was breathtaking. From its vast shimmering coastline, the golden hay bales resting in the nearby fields, the rocky cliffs and to the birds chirping in their nests, this was something extraordinary like nothing (Y/n) had experienced before, though she couldn't quite put her finger on it...she felt more alive than she ever did before, just by walking through its beauty. It was hard to imagine why someone would want to live in the outside world since this secret paradise was so much more pleasant.

Though no matter how beautiful the island looked, (Y/n) broke out of her trance to focus on her questions that needed answering. "Back at the house...before Jake interrupted, you were gonna tell me something important...about a 'truth'" the girl spoke up, breaking the silence between her and the brown eyed boy who walked quietly beside her. Enoch's eyes drifted from the view to the path they strolled upon. A small sigh escaped his lips though he didn't utter a whisper.

(Y/n) furrowed her eyebrows gaining more and more suspicious of the boys behavior. "Does it have something to do with Victor and why Jake looked so scared?" She questioned as she let her fingers brush through the long grass passing by them beside the rocky path. Enoch lowered his head slightly, staring down at the ground, it was quite obvious he tried to ignore the eager girls questions, though this only made (Y/n) more curious. "Does it have something to do with the people who have white eyes?" she tilted her head. Enoch's eyes widened, he held his breath for a short moment before answering. "How do you know about them?" His gaze turned to the (e/c) eyed girl. It was difficult to tell what Enoch was thinking underneath the 'mask' of bitterness he has created, but it was clear that some sort of worry and uneasiness washed over him. In that split second it was almost as if (Y/n) could see a swirl of concern in his eyes.

(Y/n) fidgeted with the fabric of her dress. "Yesterday Jake found a letter written by our Grandpa...it was addressed to Miss Peregrine, warning her about these people who had white eyes...and a person named...Mister Barron, I think. There was a newspaper photograph attached to it too" the girl explained in one breath. Enoch nodded in response, he was deep in his own thoughts as his eyes darted from (Y/n) to the scenery that surrounded them.
The (h/c) haired girl sighed softly as she looked down at her shoes. "Enoch you don't have to tell me who they are...but why would my Grandpa know about them?"

Suddenly Enoch's footsteps came to a stop. (Y/n) stood beside the boy with a confused expression. "Why did you-" "I'll tell you everything, (Y/n). But you need to trust me when I ask you...If I tell you who they are, you have to promise me you won't run away, got it?" he said sternly. (Y/n) stared at him, a puzzled expression plastered across her face. She smiled with streak of anxiousness.
"I promise"

Enoch returned her responses with a nod, he smiled weakly at her frightened determination before turning back to his gloomy self. "We'll have to go somewhere quieter to talk. If Miss Peregrine finds out I told you about this stuff we'll both get in a lot of trouble" he explained. "Won't she notice we're gone?" "...You tell me" he nudged his shoulder towards Jake, the peculiar children and Miss Peregrine who were now small silhouettes in the far distance. They were all so caught up in their own conversations they hadn't noticed the pairs absence.

"Let's go. I know somewhere we can talk" he reached his hand out of his coat pocket for the girl to take. (Y/n) looked up at the teen and nodded with a soft smile before taking his hand. Enoch's touch was cold against her hand. It felt strange yet somehow comforting mixed in the warmth of her touch.