3 Ways

Anguish

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Namjoo felt that complete form of warmth flow through her, but it lessened when Luhan withdrew his arm. She glanced at him quietly before turning away.

Whether to be happy that he was there or upset that he wasn't telling her anything to ease these emotions coursing through her, she didn't know. In the end Namjoo began walking away and focused her attention on the paper Victoria had given her. It was a useless attempt because all her attention went to the footsteps slowly following her. Namjoo gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on the paper before she stopped.

"Can you leave? Disappear or something?" she slightly raised her voice. After a moment of staring at each other Namjoo felt irritation pelt through her. "You're not leaving!?"

"What's wrong?"

"You!" Namjoo spat before silence enveloped them. "I get frustrated every time you're near. I'm always having these stupid emotions I can't explain and you being so tight lipped makes it worse. I don't want to feel like this anymore, it's annoying and frustrating! And I hate it how every time you just leave, I have this gut empty feeling that's always choking me."

Namjoo almost felt sorry when she looked at him, but jumped when something popped behind her. Turning around she watched a cheap aluminum garbage can erupt into fire and turned to look at Luhan with a dumbfounded expression. On impulse she raced forward to try to stop the fire, but paused in front of it when she had no idea how to.

"Oh...this is bad..." she muttered before raindrops trickled on her and in instants rain started pouring.

Confused she tilted her head up to look at the clouds that had formed overhead.

"The hell..." she began mumbling, but was suddenly twisted around when Luhan threw his sweater over her.

"Stay dry," he ordered before pulling her after him.

Namjoo was driven into confusion before she saw a small flight of white smoke swirling out from the tips of her fingers.

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Luhan pulled her into a tiny place behind a house with a low roof a block down. Boxes and old toys sat against the back wall that was no longer of any use. He let go of her wrist and glanced out to see the cold rain pouring down in millions. The roof didn't provide enough shade, but at least they'd be able to stay somewhat dry.

He turned to glance at Namjoo who had suddenly sunk against the building and sat down. He had no clue if circumstances were still the same for her as it had been back then, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Without a word he sat next to her.

"The rain isn't good for you," he informed and turned to see her huddling to herself.

"Well that sucks," Namjoo mumbled drawing his sweater over her.

They sat in silence for a long time just listening to the rain. Even if Namjoo didn't know anything, it seemed like her soul remembered everything. During the silence Luhan thought about how it'd be if he ever told her their story. They'd laugh and cry, he thought. But no, Namjoo would be more hurt than overjoyed to see him again.

When he finally turned back to look at Namjoo he saw that her head was lying on her shoulder in a worrisome manner.

"Namjoo?" he called out to which she didn't respond.

Concerned he hesitated before pulling her toward him. She was cold, he realized. Wrapping an arm securely around her he felt her head fall against his shoulder. Namjoo didn't move.