Heal the Scars Left on the Heart

29: Reoccurance

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Rupert and I walked through the alleyways together, the place where it held the first moment of our kiss.

The path was now dusted in snow, I could see footprints that ruined the perfect smooth snowy path.

With my hands shoved in the pockets of my oversized navy hoodie, I tucked my chin in the huge clothes, hiding my mouth.

It was way too cold for me to just have any skin exposed to the breezy air.

I looked over my shoulders at Rupert, and his face was gently being kissed by the snowflakes one by one. He had his regular attire back on, and I almost wanted to see him with nothing on him again.

Unbothered by the cold, Rupert freely had his hands by his sides. His fingers were exposed, ones that touched all over me last night. Ones that were tangled in my hair this morning.

I wrinkled my nose and huffed, "man... I hate the snow. It's so cold."

"Really?" Rupert tilted his head to look at me with his brown eyes, smiling. "I wish I could feel the cold."

I shook my head, "hell no you don't. Be glad you're not human."

He shrugged, kicking the snow under his feet.

"Kinda wish I was," he said, pursing his lips.

I rolled my eyes. "You ain't missin' out on anything. Besides... I kind of wanted to go to the greenhouse again. But I hate coming out when it's cold and snowing out."

He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer next to him. He grinned sheepishly.

"I'll build you a greenhouse."

"How?"

"I've seen your backyard. It has plenty of room for one."

"Really?"

"Really."

I looked down at my shoes that crunched the freshly laid out snow loudly. I bit my lip, in hopes of it happening one day.

"Really?"

Rupert laughed, and he squeezed my waist very gently.

"Yes, really. I'll build you one during the spring."

"Promise?" I looked up at him, my face beaming of hopes and joy.

"I promise," he sealed the promise with a quick peck on my forehead.

I giggled to myself as we continued our walk together.

I'm so happy.

We reached our destination, and just as expected, we saw the same black and white cats. They meowed happily as they saw Rupert, digging their claws into his pants as they begged for affection.

Rupert kneeled down, holding the black cat in his hands.

"Hey, little Beli. Where's Pumpkin?" He asked the black kitty as if she'd understand him, holding the kitten up to his eye level.

I kneeled down with him, I cocked an eyebrow.

"Is that the other cat that was with them before?"

He nodded, "yeah. She must have moved somewhere else to find shelter because it was too cold."

Rupert frowned, he looked at me with a pout.

"Can't we take them to your house?"

"I'm... crazy allergic to them."

"Oh..." his frown deepened. "Man... I wish I could take them to where I'm staying. I just don't want them to hurt the pigeons."

I looked at the white cat that continued to bug Rupert, asking him to pick her up instead of Beli.

I pursed my lips, thinking what I could do to help.

I shrugged, the words that escaped my mouth left with little confidence, "I don't know... maybe I'll ask Hank? Or someone at work..."

At this point, I wasn't sure what to do myself.

"Really?" Rupert smiled hopefully, still holding onto Beli in his arms. His eyes glimmered.

"Sure," I returned the smile shyly.

He opened his mouth to say something next, but Beli jumped out of his hands and darted towards the opposite direction from where we came from, the roads that was completely drowned in soft snow.

"Hey, Beli!" Rupert exclaimed, running after her.

I stood up myself, pacing after them with a gentle smile.

Rupert chasing after a cat. How adorable.

I exited the alleyways and reached the open sidewalks, where I could finally see around me instead of the walls.

Rupert was on the road now, still running to catch Beli.

Alerted, I turned my head towards the direction where I heard sliding of tires against the slippery road.

My jaws dropped and my eyes widened as I saw a six thousand pound truck slipping in the snow from braking when seeing Rupert dangerously out on the road. It swerved towards the direction of him, but he looked too preoccupied, not thinking or looking around his surroundings.

I picked my feet up in haste, gunning towards his direction. My heartbeat suddenly became the only thing I heard.

No!

"Rupert!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, but I couldn't hear my own voice as my eardrums only listened to the echo of my heartbeat pumping violently.

Not again.

I got to Rupert as fast as I could, pushing him with all my might. Rupert tumbled and rolled on the bed of snow towards the other side of the sidewalks, opposite way of where we came from.

I looked to my right to see the flashing headlight, beaming so brightly into my eyes, causing me to squint.

Not Sid.

My legs and body froze.

Not Connor.

I felt the front bumper smack against my shot wound, causing it to tear open and I fell down on my back.

Not Tyson.

I felt the thick, heavy tires load its weight on my legs as it drove on top of them, crushing every bone in my knees.

Not Rupert too.

The last thing I heard was Rupert's voice screaming half of my name, unfinished. The last thing I felt was a hard smack on my head from the car, knocking me out cold.

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Hell, yes. We're literally so close to the end. I loved writing this story so much.