Unnatural Touch | Sean Diaz x Reader *Discontinued*

Chapter 3

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(Y/n)

It's a cool morning with the sun shining down a 12 o' clock light. (Y/n) reclines back on the bench that hides in the tree's shadows with the quiet birds that sings placidly amongst her quiet thoughts. Her and Sean have agreed the night before to meet somewhere: it's a fairly quiet neighborhood. (Y/n) kicks her feet with her hands under her thighs, looking out for something to entertain herself. But looking at the green trees and listening to the birds sing, she starts to quietly space out.

"Hey, (Y/n)," she hears not too far away. It's Sean walking to her with a half-wave. His face looks tired but somehow still bright enough for the rest of the day. "Sorry if I'm bit late," he says, approaching her. "Dad and Daniel's favorite hobby is finding ways to keep me busy."

She focuses on him with a small grin. "You look tired," she says.

Sean sits down besides (Y/n)—her politely scooting over, though the space Sean has is already enough.

"Yeah," he says. "The—thing— kept me up most of the night. And it didn't help that my dad and Daniel acted like twin badgers this morning," he sighs obnoxiously.

"You used it? You got the hang of it?"

"No—not really..." He looks at her closely. "Hey, is your head alright?"

She touches the bruise near her temple that has formed overnight. "That dick," she says, referring to the offender Taylor Hall.

"Damn, what a fucking asshole. Does it hurt or throb?"

She stands up from the bench. "Not anymore. I'm in perfect condition to show you the place."

Sean protests but loses to her, and they eventually start walking east. He saunters alongside with (Y/n) on the sidewalk. "Why are you helping me?" he asks to cut the silence, as he faces down to watch his feet.

"Why are you letting me help you?" she says.

(Y/n) sees his head lift. "Well," he says—his tone unsure, "you saw everything, you're the only one keeping me sane right now."

"I'm honored," she jests and kicks a pebble. "But same goes for me. You saved me, Sean. I don't think you know how grateful I am."

He slightly smiles forward. "I think I know." He pauses for a brief second before saying, "But—just how are you holding—up? Yesterday was fucking intense."

She thinks for a bit because she doesn't have an answer for him. She have been feeling an uneasy weight on her chest but she takes it off as irrelevant business; she wouldn't want to pay attention to it anyway. "Surprisingly well—considering I was held at gunpoint, yeah."

"That's... Are you sure?" he asks.

"That's what I think. How do you think I should feel?"

He unevens his lips to a tiny pout. "Scared? At least a bit shock?"

"You're saying I'm not at all shock?" she grins.

"I mean... doesn't look like it," he says and returns a grin. "But that's good, I guess. It's better to deal with it without shit on your shoulders, than engulfing it all completely."