{ninth}

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He walks me home.

Aiden Walker walks me, Natasha Lee, home.

Our hands entwine with each other, in a weird and amazingly comfortable way. I glance at his side profile; wet disheveled gorgeous golden hair, tall mighty nose, not too thin but not too thick lips, and protruding cheekbones.

I never knew he was this beautiful.

The rain has stopped and the sun has set, I really want to  defenestrate the dimpled barista. I produce an angry huff and he glances at me, raising one eyebrow, a shade darker than his hair.

"I want to defenestrate someone," I tell him. His brows knot with each other, "Defenestrate?" "It means to throw someone out."

"Oh."

Cue another silence. I can see my porch from here and our hands still tangled in one another. I blink my eyes, wide and uneasy. He feels my tenseness and slips away carefully before I clutch his hand back. He looks up at me and I look back at him. We stop walking.

I turn my head to him and he looks at me with his eyes, warm kind ones; not the cruel smug ones. He wipes a wet lock behind my ear and produces a heart-stopping smile, for me, "You'll be okay, Natasha."

He sounds so earnest and I just have to believe him.

I let go of his hands and turn away from him, with his gaze on my back; comforting.

I believe him.

notes :

Beside how cringe-worthy this chapter is, I have nothing to say.

Good day!

-Jojo-

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