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Kids'Garden

Hello everyone ! This is Red Sugar.

So sorry for my long absent but I had a lot going on.

I hope you enjoy this part that I wrote really quickly. Next part to be apdatetd really soon.

I was sitting alone on one of the garden's swings.

I was thinking about all the weird things that happened to me during these few last days ..

My life was quite the peaceful one. Thing rarely occurred.

Yet, a lot has happened in less than a week...

I sighed, as I started to think about my meeting with Hanji. It was a huge disappointment.

But it made me face reality: there is no way I could have caught his attention, not even as a potential friend.

See Name? I told you ! There was no way something like that would happen, you're too normal to catch any guys' eyes! Consider yourself lucky enough you had a chance to meet him a one last time.

-"Yeah ... A one last time" I whispered.

This thought made me feel so sad.

It made me even sadder than the fact that he's not interested in me at all ..

Just what the hell am I thinking? It's just a crush! A temporary one! Like hell you fell in love with him Name?! I had plenty of crushes in my life which I forgot about the moment the person doesn't show any sign of being interested (sadly it was the case every single time) and this one is no different from the others! And by parting like this it will be easier to forget! And tomorrow you'll go back to your normal life!

-"Yes!" I said to myself, in a cheerful voice, trying to convince myself that everything was alright.

At that very moment I raised my head. I spotted Nameless coming from afar, holding two cups in his hands.

He was walking in firm steps, although he was a little bit shivering. Well it was so cold that evening and he was wearing a very thin black sweater.

I was wearing his green hoodie.

Surprisingly enough, it fit me perfectly!

Seeing me shivering and sneezing and hearing me screaming: "Oh God nooo!! I can't get sick now! Exams are right in the fucking corner!!" a few minutes ago, he offered me to wear his hoodie. I refused at the beginning, because I was so angry at him, but I reluctantly accepted, as I started to feel the cold penetrating me till the bones.

He then left, without saying a word.

Not knowing what to do, I sat on the swing, waiting for him to come back. Not that I was sure that he would come back.

I never expected that he left to buy hot drinks from a nearby vending machine.

-"So you were here? I spent quite the time looking for you !" he snarled.

-"Well you left without even saying anything!" I hissed.

-"You could just wait for me at the same spot! No need to go to college to figure out something as simple as this! "

-"Well I thought you simply left Mr"smarty" !"

-"Tssk ..Whatever! Here's your drink" he finally said, as he handed me a cup of hot chocolate.

He was not facing me, and looked a little bit troubled, although his had his usual glaring expression.

-"Thanks" I shyly said.

He leaned on the metallic swing and started drinking what I assumed was black tea.

He had a very unique way of holding his cup.

-"How can you drink while holding your cup that way ?" I curiously asked, without thinking.

He didn't answer.

I shrugged my shoulders and drank a small sip of my hot chocolate.

There was no sugar.

-"Hey! This is not sweet at all!"

-" Sweet drinks are for kids" he coldly responded as he took a sip from his drink and without even looking at my way.

I frowned at him. How can he be this cold?

-"So, what did you talk about with that crazy woman?" he suddenly asked.

-"As I said, go ask her". I answered with a strong ton in my voice.

-"Okay then, I think you don't understand the question. What is it that you want to talk with me about?"

-"What?" I asked, all confused.

He turned slowly, to face me.

He was leaning on the metallic bar using his left elbow.

His right hand was holding the cup and his left hand was swimming in his silky hair.

His sharp eyes were looking right into mine.

-"The fact that you answered the invitation means you have something to tell me, am I wrong?"

He was speaking slowly, with a low voice, as if he was whispering those words to me.

I couldn't feel the cold anymore. My whole body became as warm as if I had a fever and my face was so red.