Haze

Woodland- Tracked down

Sorry for the late update :s caught up with college real bad.

Short chapter and unedited *_*; enjoy though! :)

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For the second time in two months, she pulled out her red sky bag from atop the almirah to pack. She still couldn't believe what had come her way, and what she was doing. Yet her movements were quick and goal oriented. She flung the bag on her bed and unzipped it, all of her woolens packed into it already. I'll need these, she decided and zipped the bag back and kept it aside.

In two hours, she had all her clothes packed in two bags, and she looked at the two bags kept neatly on her bed with her hands on her hips.

"There's something I want to...offer to you." Leaning against the railing of the balcony, her eyes locked on to her intense black ones. Monica scrutinized her sister's face, this couldn't go wrong.

"Hmm?"

"I...me and Ad, we have bought this little cottage on the mountains." She studied her sister. Good, she seemed interested now, just as she'd anticipated. She continued, "We won't be using it until the summer. Maybe later..." she tucked a strand of her short brown hair behind her ears. "It's a spot I'd like you to see. I...I thought you'd like it. You can stay there for the winter. I- I thought you'd want some change and some time with yourself." She looked at her sister earnestly. She looked back at Monica's face vacantly, but this time a surge of emotions and thoughts threatening to burst through her eyes. She smiled at her. A warm, grateful smile.

The coffee machine whistled and she trotted to the small kitchen. Pushing back the sleeves of her sweatshirt to her elbows, she ran a hand through her hair and poured herself a mug of hot coffee. It was twelve in the morning, and she had been keeping a check on her sleep cycle. She brewed herself some coffee whenever she felt her mind drifting towards lethargy.

"Oh and yeah, I have a coffee machine ready for use there." She grinned, "You'll probably find that handy."

A knock on the door earned a confused look from her. Setting her mug on the counter, she walked lazily towards the slightly chipped wooden door and without looking into the peephole, unbolted the door open. What she saw made her curse under her breath. He stood there, in a brown jacket and all the glory that came along with it, smiling a little lopsided smile. They stood there, looking at each other, frozen in their respective spots.

She looked just like she had that day he first saw her from up close. Silky black hair, some strands escaping from her long braid that hung lazily down her waist. Those eyes were as dark as ever, their intensity that could pull anyone towards them. Her lips were slightly chapped, probably from all the biting she did. The nose, that little nose... his attention drew to her stiff fingers and then to her clothes. Loose sweatshirt and pajamas that felt like home. That felt like all those times they had spent lazily in her apartment. He felt like crushing her in his arms and smelling her and touching her face and kissing her. But all he did was stand there, breath caught up in his throat, and stare, and apparently, she resorted to doing the same; but then she was capable of standing there all day.

"Ahum." He took a wary step forward, and ran his hand along his jaw. Her shocked gaze following his fingers, and then latched on to his warm brown eyes. "I-You are-You haven't changed." He tried, looking at her with more focus. She stared at him with the same expression. He stared back at her, alright.