Eremophobia
(n.) Fear of loneliness
//Author's note: Last chapter Kiera discussed her fear of heights and her mental health. Her family has a long line of depressed members who have died/almost died due to their condition. She admits to worrying that she may have the same fate. Dalton shares that at first he was worried she may have been manipulating his emotions but apologizes after hearing her concerns. Feel free to comment here if you feel I missed out on any main points.//
Chapter Ten.
Stupid! You're such a jerk. I can't believe you. You screwed up a perfectly good day. Dalton huffed as he looked out the window. His chin rested in the palm of his hand, cerulean eyes looked at the passing cars; his mind in a sort of daze.
A soft hesitant hand rested on his arm and he heard her faint whisper.
"Dalton? Are you asleep?"
The bleached blonde turned his head, a goofy smile found a place on his lips. "No, are you?"
Her laugh was soft. "Yeah totally." He smiled wider at her response. Absentmindedly he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "We're almost back to my place." Dalton said before slouching in the seat and shoving his hands into his pockets.
Dalton watched her golden brown eyes flickered to the window. He could have sworn he could tell the exact moment she spotted a familiar landmark. She nodded, her eyes scanning his face and he felt the need to tell her she was beautiful.
"Hey dork, take a picture it last longer." Dalton said cheekily, raising his eyebrows as her cheeks turned a pale pink.
However, she recovered quickly; slapping his arm playfully. "Hush."
Dalton chuckled and stood up at the bus came lurching to a stop. He stretched his arms above his head, a yawn escaping his parted lips. He made his way down the aisle of the bus and looked over his shoulder to make sure she was following. Kiera was still wearing his leather jacket and he smiled at the sight. The sleeves were way too long and it overall just made her look smaller.
"Take a picture, Dalton, it last longer." Kiera muttered as she carefully made her way down the step.
Dalton snorted, "Alright. Give me my jacket back, twerp."
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