𝐒𝐮𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞- a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant or that has been loved then lost. "The love that remains."
a love between a hopeless girl and a hopeless boy.
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"Where are we going, Minho?" Xiera whined for the third time already.
She has been complaining all the way as I dragged her.
She didn't push me away, so that's a good sign. She's not fully shutting me out.
Good.
"We're going to the pond -"
She stood her ground. And didn't let me move anymore. She was steady enough to hold me back.
Her eyes filled with voids... and her pupils almost disappeared.
I felt her hand sweating against mine.
Nervous.
So something happened near the pond. What could it be? Did that person try doing anything to her there? Maybe. I can't ask her, or else she'll storm off.
"What's the matter?" I faced her.
She avoided eye contact with all her might. Damn.
"Xiera. What's wrong?"
"I don't want to go there." Definitely there.
"Why?" I didn't want to push her buttons, but I tried to make it less complex.
C'mon, Xiera. Please.
"I don't feel like it. It's too cold there." Her hands shook rapidly...and her lips thinned across her face.
She's scared.
"Can we go there? I know something happened; there is no need to tell me. It's fine. Just trust me."
She hesitated for a while before moving in front of me... letting go of my hand.
She wrapped her arms around her torso...
Cold.
I took off my jacket...it wasn't that cold anymore... but the air felt stronger than usual.
I placed it on her shoulders; clearing my throat. I felt a lump but ignored it, and I headed ahead of her.
