Huff n' Puff

{eighth}

The date went unsurprisingly not good and extremely bad.

That is why I am sitting here, on the bench's park with rain pouring on top of my head, and beside me is Aiden Walker, drenched from head to toe with his signature boyish style. We sit in silence as I look up to the sky, closing my eyes and letting the raindrops wet my face.

"Hey," I call, voice steady and eyes still closing. "Thank you for that." He hums beside me, his presence emits warmth against my cold ones and I don't know why. The rain ticks against my shirt and the pictures from before flash abruptly. My eyes snap open and my breathing goes hazard.

My tear duct are really productive today, I swear. I bite my lips in order to stop my tears from rolling onto my cheeks, but being as stubborn as their owner, they start rolling down. I bite my lip harder and bring my palm to cover it, trying hard not to sob or hiccuping; just because.

But then, a sob comes out and then the hiccups follow.

"Shit, shit," I mutter and more tears come down. The thoughts and pictures invade my mind and I feel so full, disgustingly full and all I want to do now is just throw up. Maybe by throwing up, the feeling of those hand will magically disappear.

A hand, with warm palm, suddenly is on top of my head, pulling my head to a hard but comfortable spot. I sniffle and catch a whiff of manly perfume with rain and husk. It's comforting in any way and I like it. My sniffles calm down and the hiccups almost gone.

Aiden Walker.

We stay like that in silence, my head between my nemesis' head and neck, his hand caressing my hair and the other takes my hand and draws soothing circles.

I feel oddly complete.

notes :

Hello.

I suck at creating this type of situation for my characters. And this probably looks awkward as hell but in my imagination it looks perfect so.

Still waiting on my Aiden though.

Good day/night here.

;)

-Jojo-