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"Why did you want to meet up here?" Jordan frowns as she holds the ends of her sweater, the wind rippled through her clothes anyway. The clouds of her breathe show how cold the night is in Liverpool.
"Because it's peaceful," Trent replies and as he starts walking and Jordan catches up with him.
After spending the whole day thinking about their relationship, he knew they need to talk and he had to find a peaceful place where no one can bother them. The night is falling and wandering around the Childwall Woods didn't seem like a really nice idea.
"It's creepy," She states out of nowhere making him chuckle.
"Oh, the little girl is scared?" Trent raises a brow at her and she denies quickly with her head.
"No, but if we get kill, you are the one to blame," She shrugs as he giggles.
As soon as they reach the entrance, it is close, of course, it would close is the night. "Well, we are not getting killed, I guess," He speaks sighing as he turns around to walk to his car making Jordan frown.
"Wait, wait," She says making him turn around.
"What?"
"Are you giving up this easy?" She wonders.
"Well, at least you have a key, I don't know what do you want me to do," He declares.
"Jump the gate, of course," She responds in the most obvious tone possible and he looks at her bemused.
"Are you serious?"
"What are you scared, little boy?" She mocks him with a smirk.
"No," He denies quickly before walking back to the gate trying to find a way to jump it as he analyzes it. "If we go to jail," He starts.
"Don't worry, I'll bail you out," She cuts him off and he gives her a smile. "Now, let's do this," She moves him out of her way before starting to climb the fence as he just stares at her surprised by how fast she does it. In a matter of a few seconds, she is already on the other side. "Are you coming?" She questions him with a smirk.
"On my way," He replies before imitating her.
"C'mon, faster," She lowers her voice as they start hearing steps. "Hurry!"
Trent jumps to the other side and Jordan can see the fear in his eyes but for a quick moment before he grabs her hand and they both start running, once they are deep in the woods they stop and, even though she is running out of air thanks to the run, she erupts in a loud laughing.
He stares at her with a smile. "Stop laughing," He whispers.
"I'm sorry, I'm,"
"Nervous," He finishes for her. "I know you laugh when you are nervous," He declares making the smile on her face grow wider before she starts walking to nowhere specifically.
"So, why did you want us to meet up here at night?" She wonders.
"To talk," He responds truthfully.
"About?" She raises a brow.
"Us," He stops walking and she does too.
"Go on then," She speaks as she crosses her arms across her chest.
"Are we going somewhere, Jordan?" He hesitates to ask.
"Do you want us to go somewhere?" She replies back.
"Don't reply with another question please," He groans.
"I'm sorry, you just don't give me too many words so I still can't figure you out yet," She sighs.
"What do you mean?" He frowns.
"You're all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of lookup for a second and go right back inside," She explains.
Some would look into his eyes and see darkness, but she knows better. She can see that he carries a storm within his bones, one that contained both chaos and calmness. Look too closely and you can catch the lightning peering through his veins. Closer than that, and you can see every suffering, strife, and the struggle he had ever faced pinned together in cracked armor, he manages to carry the weight of it all, though. He is a paradox, and her soul feels pulled toward it.
"I'm not good at expressing how I feel but that doesn't mean I don't feel anything," He declares.
"What do you feel then?" She questions him and he opens his mouth to speak again but closes it soon after. "Don't tell me you don't know,"
Trent sighs out loud. "What do you feel?" He remarks.
"Clearly not what you feel," She gives him a weak smile before turning around and walking back to the gate.
"Jordan," He calls her but she keeps walking with her head down. "I'm sorry I can't be what you want me to be right now. I really am. I'm not doing well and I'm dealing with it the only way I know-how. You're right, you deserve a lot more than this." He raises his voice and she stops her tracks.
"What do you know about what I need?" She frowns at him. "A girl is not a yo-yo. You can't just pull her close when you need her, then push her away when you don't."
"Jordan, please, I need time," He begs.
"Can you see it in my eyes, the way I feel for you? Did you feel it when we kissed? Or was I just another pair of lips, just another conquest, just another body?" She questions him and he denies it quickly with his head.
"No, never,"
"Then, go ahead, take your time but please don't take too long," She states closing her eyes trying to hold back her tears. "I don't know if I can wait too long," She admits before turning around once again.
He does not dare to console her, knowing that it would be like consoling a tiger run through by a spear. He feels as though he is wandering in the forest of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself is the monster.
