"Are you sure you're gonna let me leave?" I said in all seriousness as I stood before the entry.
When I saw how taken back Adam looked, I laughed. "I'm joking."
"Your joke was bad," he cringed. -Yet I could see he was trying to lighten up even if it didn't work quite well. If I thought his eyes was a strong taste of sadness, I knew now it was more than that. His eyes was bare brutal reality of who he was. It wasn't just emotions. Bitterness. Sadness. Pain. It was him. He was bitter. He was sadness. He was a deep deep angry whirlwind of emotions.
"Ookay, I'm leaving. You know where to find me right?"
"The park?"
I nod, "yes. Just don't sit by the street again. My legs can't take it. How yours could I have no idea," this time it was my turn to cringe.
"Find a swing or something. Preferably a swing. I wanted to play on the swing too. Or is there a bench? But I don't-" I didn't realise I was rambling until I noticed there was something I couldn't quite understand behind his eyes as I ranted.
"What?" I asked but instead of answering me the side of his lips lifted up, it stopped my train of thoughts and caused ticklish explosion inside of me.
"Do you realise you're smiling?" I asked, it was as if I felt everything in me lit up.
He raised his brow,
"Ookay, you don't need to answer I guess," I awkwardly replied.
"I'll see you tomorrow okay," I reached for the door handle when he
reached
me
from
behind,
enclosed
me
in a cocoon
I felt the rushed of my blood inside my veins;
the rhythm of my quicken heartbeat.
Thump. Thump.
Thump. Thump.
"Okay," he said, in a voice too hoarse as if he needed something to hang on. Anything. and he finally let go.
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All the Broken Parts
Kısa Hikaye❝For he was the puzzle she wanted to solve. ❞ But maybe learning his broken parts meant looking into the deepest scars of her own
