The Suicide Girl [Completed]

Chapter 3: Closet Company

With promise, Tristan and I landed in a small and cozy Japanese restaurant, and I was eating my meal silently. I ended up changing into a black wool sweater and a pair of white jeans with boots. Tristan tried to hold small conversations with me, eventually giving up when my responses were dry and exhausted. Again, there was a deafening silence, and I quickly finished my fill.

I put down some money (I was not accepting the fact that he offered to pay for the whole meal) and stood up from my chair, catching Tristan's gaze. "I'm going to leave now. Thank you.. for the meal." I turned around and headed towards the doors of the restaurant.

"You alright now?"

I abruptly stopped in my tracks and clenched my jaw, breathing in deeply at his words. It's weird to hear his voice worried for my well being. It feels so genuine, but I don't know if I should trust him. I let out a small breath, and without turning around, I responded, "I'm fine. There isn't any need to ask."

I left quickly without so much of a goodbye and stood outside on the sidewalk. I let out a warm breath and spotted the small cloud of vapor coming from it. I hugged myself and shivered from the weather. It's cold again. I wasted much of my energy, so I decided to stay in the snow for a little while longer before using my weather attribute to get home. Sitting down on a bench in the snow, I looked down at my feet swinging around carelessly.

It's a little too quiet.

I put my hand out and felt the snowflakes fall on it slightly. It's soft, but almost icy. I folded my hand and squeezed the snow out of my fist, accidentally melting it. The water fell into the snow beneath me, and it froze again, turning into ice. I put my hand back down on the bench and let out another breath. Again, my hand began to melt the snow on the bench, and I pulled it off of the surface, confused.

What the hell?

Why is my hand just melting everything?

I put it out in front of me again, and right when a snowflake landed on my hand, it immediately melted. My breath hitched in my throat. What the— Suddenly, I heard Tristan's voice.

"Something wrong?"

I snapped my eyes to my right and saw Tristan taking a seat beside me. I turned away, and I shook my head, putting my hand back down. He glanced at my hand for a second. A squeak escaped suddenly when he grabbed it, making me snap my head at him. I was about to yell at him but halted when he moved my fingers aside to hold it comfortably. His eyes appeared soft looking at me.

"W-What're you doing?" I asked him, suspicious.

"Holding your hand," Tristan replied innocently. He raised an eyebrow at me. "What do you think? It's cold."

Cold?

I averted my gaze away from him with an unknown heat on my cheeks, frowning. What's that weird feeling in my stomach? Embarrassment? Fluster? The two of us remained in our seats. It must've been bizarre to anyone else, seeing a girl and a boy sitting on a bench in the snow while holding hands, not making any eye contact with each other whatsoever. Hesitantly, I pulled my hand away from his and stood onto my feet, brushing away the snow on my sweater.

"I should go.." I mumbled quietly, looking down at the ground. "It's getting late."

Tristan stood up and reached his hand forward, brushing a strand of my hair away from my face. "Be careful on your way there. It's dangerous this late."

"I-I know.." I murmured, my face heating up at his touch.

He didn't seem to notice my flustered state and put his hands in his pocket, pulling it away from me. "I guess.. I'll see you at school tomorrow then." I nodded. "Later."

He walked off slowly, and I watched until his shadow faded. I looked at my hand and saw a paper wound between my fingers. A set of numbers were on it. I glanced up and turned to the direction of Tristan, but he was nowhere in sight. For a moment, I felt the corners of my mouth lift up before falling into a signature frown.

How sly of him.

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After debating for a few minutes, I put the digits into my phone and labeled the contact with Tristan's name. I hesitated to call the number. I want to call him and thank him again for the help. My thumb hovered over the phone icon, and I bit my lip, not knowing if I should press it. The light of my phone was shining brightly on my face, illuminating the darkness. I was in my room, underneath the covers, so it was the only light on. I was still riled up from the shadow attack, and my decision was to hide.

My phone began ringing suddenly, and I glanced at the screen. Ironically, it was Tristan's number. How'd he get my number? Did I give it to him before? I picked up quickly and put my phone to my ear. Geez, this isn't good. I keep forgetting about things. "H-Hello?" I stuttered out quietly.

"Hey," he replied. I was immediately bombarded with questions when it sounded like he was out of breath. "I-I'm outside your door. Can you let me in?"

"Um.." I crawled out of my bed and pulled on a coat. "Sure. I'm coming down right now."

"Hurry. I'm kinda in a rush."

I jogged down the stairs and opened the door, only for Tristan to tackle me to the floor to avoid something blasting at him. It caused an explosion outside, and snow flew into my house. I squeaked, and Tristan stood back up, looking out the door at whatever was chasing him. He slammed the door close and didn't bother to help me up, deciding to sling me over his shoulder instead, as if I were a sack of potatoes.

"H-Hey!"

He ran up the stairs quickly, and I felt a little nauseous at the feeling, slapping a hand over my mouth to keep from hurling. He started looking for something in my house. Finally, he put me down onto my feet and slammed me against the wall of an empty closet. It was the closet I never used, and it was quite a small space. He rushed into the closet and slammed the door closed. When he pushed me into the closet, my head hit the wall, and I grabbed it tightly, holding onto the pain. I was about to ask him something, only to look up and blush at how close we were.

I was surprised the closet fit the both of us, but I guess I shouldn't have been. He was up against me, his arms at the sides of my head with his face a few inches away from mine. I was actually glad, for once, that he was taller than me. Hunched down towards me, I noticed his gaze at the door of the closet, as if trying to listen for something.

"W-What's going on?" I questioned, looking up at him.

He peered back at me, and as if he just realized how close he was to me, his green eyes sparked with embarrassment. "Shh.." he whispered softly. "There's something chasing me for some reason."

I nodded and awkwardly averted my gaze from him, blushing at our close contact. I guess I was shaking, and Tristan mistook it for fear. He wrapped his arms around me once more and put his head on mine, pulling me to his chest. My blush brightened suddenly.

"Sorry I dragged you into this.." he mumbled.

"I-It's okay.." I murmured, trying not to flip out now that we were closer to each other. I hesitantly hugged him back, my arms holding him gently.

So, what did we learn today?

Avoid people named Tristan in the future.

Because in a day, they can tease you at a talent show, save you from your family's murderer, take you out to eat, make you blush furiously, drag you into a mess with a monster, and hug you to keep you safe.

Be careful out there, youngsters.