MIDNIGHT WHISPERS| Kylia

(XLV)

Thirty minutes. Half an hour and nothing of Malia shows up.

I take a deep breath, leaning against the car, lighting a cigarette. The school is silent, probably most of the students have already left, so I wonder where Malia got into.

I let go of the smoke, looking at the entrance to the parking lot, seeing from afar the curly come in calm steps and with her head down, distracted on her own feet. I feel a discomfort in my chest, hating to see her that way.

She looks up, letting me notice that the radiant glow she had in her had disappeared. Her face that before always carried a wicked and excited smile, a look loaded with an incredible shine, is totally erased, head down and with little blurred makeup.

-Smoking again? - her voice sounds low, almost in a whisper when she stops walking. - this will end up killing you, Cantrall - she holds the straps of her backpack, forcing a sideways smile.

What is a cigarette near three people behind you? It's nothing.

I take a deep breath, releasing the smoke for the last time, throwing the cigarette on the floor, then stepping on top.

My gaze returns to her, who is with a neutral expression and her sweet look carries a great emptiness.

- you took a long time - I murmur, taking a step forward, getting close.

Malia looked away to the floor, moving her fingers, trying to control her anxiety. I hear her tired sigh, understanding the exhaustion of her mind. Memories are coming back too fast and this can attack het severe anxiety crises.

I hold her hands calmly, trying to reassure her.

Malia looks at me, taking a deep breath.

- I still had to wait for Cooper - she says low, taking short steps, getting even closer. - but he ended up calling, saying that today he needs to go solve something and he wouldn't be able to pick me up

- I hear her words carefully, but my focus is on her calm breathing, reminding me of how she looked for air inside the cabin.

- one less to get rid of - I smile playfully and she lets out a nasal laugh.

- so? Why did you call me? - she raises an eyebrow, with curiosity in her brown eyes.

I let out a nasal laugh, I like the way she looks when she's curious.

- um, a dinner? - I tilt my head a little to the side, keeping my smile aside.

Malia looks at me in amazement, releasing my hands abruptly. I cross my arms, with a mocking smile on my lips, watching her look at her clothes.

- Are you crazy? I'm in uniform! - she gestured her hands over her uniform, making me laugh.

- it's still beautiful - I bite my lower lip, forming a victorious smile when I notice her cheeks turn red quickly. - but if you want, I can buy clothes for you on the way - I shrug, keeping my gaze fixed on her.

- no! - she approaches in a clumsy way, putting her hands on my shoulders. - bad time to ask me on a date, Cantrall

- she smiles mockingly. I can't help but fix my gaze on her mouth, smiling minimally, noticing that she's a little better.

- a motel? - I frown, waiting for her frustrated reaction, but she lets out a laugh, shaking her head in denial.

- you live alone, you don't need a motel - she smiles, radiantly.

- So it's a good idea? - I put my hands on her waist, bringing his body closer.

- not now - she fixes the collar of my dress shirt, biting her lower lip.

Holy shit.

- You can think of something better, Kylie - she kisses the corner of my lips. - I need to stop by at home, I want to change my clothes - she walks away and I roll my eyes. - Dylan is still in high school, maybe he'll take me - Malia says, turning to the exit with her finger on her lower lip, showing her provocative smile.

Just hearing Dylan's name, I feel my chest burn with anger. I grab Malia's wrist, pulling her back, until her body collides with the car.

Malia shrugs her shoulders, keeping her gaze on mine.

- the next time you provoke me with your little friend, Baker... - she looks at me carefully, even trying to get away from my touch. - I'll make a point of killing him and leaving some part of his body as a gift at your door, understand? - I ask, in a low tone, almost in a whisper.

Malia smiles, tilting her face forward, getting so close that I can feel her warm breath hitting my face.

- Jealous? - her smile opens more, and my grip on her wrist gets stronger. - don't worry, Cantrall. I'm all yours... - she whispers against my lips.

I let go of her wrist, grabbing her face, finally sealing your lips on mine. Malia at first tries to deny it, but ends up giving way, giving me passage to intensify and gain control of her language.

Therefore, the tension between us is broken when she pushes me, looking for panting breath.

- I'm serious, I need to stop by the house - she turns around, avoiding looking at me.

...

The place is so dark and intense, full of words and we feel approached in images that if you look at them without attention, you will never understand them. Malia is radiant, with her hands over her mouth, fascinated by the works of art scattered throughout the dark room. Her brightness and delicacy before my eyes mix with the beautiful stars scattered on the huge screen.

Her eyes shine magnificently, while she looks at everything in amazement.

- How do you know I'm passionate about arts? - she turns his face to me, with her bright smile, standing out in the arts.

- I know many things - I say.

Malia smiles, before hugging me, so strong, as if I was going to run away and leave her at any moment.

- Do you understand about them? - her genuine question takes me by surprise.

- no - I confess. - I never tried to know -

Malia twists her face, holding my hand next.

- just enjoy and try to see the small details and their meanings - she speaks softly, intertwining her fingers in mine calmly, pulling me to the next room.

There are so many arts by different artists that I get lost in every room. Malia seems to know everything, since she always comments excited and surprised. But when we entered the last room, I looked around fascinated.

- this reminds me of the curled up scene - Malia murmurs, with her eyes shining with the floating lights around her.

I sigh, standing in the same place while she walks looking up, smiling excitedly, so distracted that she doesn't even realize that I'm standing still.

I let out a sigh. What is the need to observe arts around me if there is the most beautiful of all in front of me, the junction of all the most beautiful arts of this place, with beautiful strokes and a brightness that illuminates the place, as serene as the cold night.