Fragile As Paper (Golden x Fem Fanfiction)

Chapter 10: Practice in the Forest

 "Why are you here?"  the simple words rang through my mind she holds a look I've known all too well. A look of dumbfoundment and disbeleif. Was that question as stupid as I thought?

  I felt my thoughts racing at 50 miles per hour with anxiety, none calming down since the last. Each zooming through my head until a blur was more than just a wish to see of. Nothing would feel logical but with my past of social interaction a majority of them would have been true, and although I wish otherwise, I know I would be in for a treat is I don't thread the water carefully.

  I felt something slip into my hand and I bring myself back into the present, returning from what I would call a 'blackout'. I look down.

  A slip of paper. Wait, more than that, multiple. With a cover and all, filled with old conversations and recent ones. Then I identified it. My talkpad. Well, my new one. I lost my old one in school and felt too nervous to look around for it, so I grabbed a new one from my small cuboards.

  I glanced at it noticing that  new words were written on there. Her writing being fairly recognizable as the letters curl around my vision.

  "Well this project is a partner thing correct? I'm sure you shouldn't be playing alone."

 I felt no intentional harm from the words she wrote, but for some reason the doubts of my mind caused them to feel like daggers staring into my heart. My excitement from the chase fully draining and my anxiety dampening to a more depressed still pool than frantic waves.

  "I can do just fine on my own, my mother helps me sometimes. You don't have to be bothered by me to make sure I have my notes right, I'm proffestional! ;P" 

  She seemed to have smiled a bit of my sillyness, but nonetheless she still insisted to at least hang out with me and listed to me play.

  Although I would like to embarrass myself on my own, I allowed her and continued with my practice. Surprisingly a majority of the time she wasn't nit-picking at how I played guitar. Sure if she noticed my fingers were a  chord down and I haven't, she would correct me, but besides those helpful things, she just sat there and watched, a small smile resting upon her face.

  I felt happy to see it.

  But of course the happiness couldn't last long and we had to pardon our ways. It was getting late. We collected our things and silently said our goodbyes.

  I didn't want her to leave, so saying goodbye in the with the most manners I could, I brought her into a hug. She smelt like honey and lavendar, with small wiffs of powder here and there. It was an odd mix, but felt fitting to her nature. The hug felt warm like a good warm day you can always sit out in and I never wanted to let go.

  But I did, and we parted our ways. Fem going to her house. And Golden going to hers.