"A wanderer against her will, with no purpose other than to survive, hops from place to place like a wild rabbit. Tired and lonely from her never-ending journey, she moves forward without looking back. Her identity is lost, or perhaps forgotten, and...
They walk towards the forest, holding hands like a couple.
The duo, blushing so hard, that, they put tomatoes to shame!
Malika couldn't help but to look at Thomas.
He looked so cool, being firm yet gentle! She had the chance to see his wood-crafting skills and, she wasn't disappointed. After all, the items, that, he made required an insane level of dexterity experiences.
From what she gathered of her observations, Thomas is a quiet, powerful, family man. She can't help, but, to admire him and fall in love with him for the first time in her life.
But, she can't bring herself to condemn Thomas to a life of constant stress, that's her own. Yet, she is too selfish to let him go.
Thomas could have someone so much better than her as his significant other!
Someone prettier than her! Someone smarter than her! Someone skinner than her!
Thomas gently shakes her shoulder, bringing her back to reality! He already lay down the blanket and lay down the food, just waiting for her.
Malika thanks him as a familiar pain hits her stomach, she carefully sits down as she realizes that he doesn't speak much.
Mentally scratching her head in a panic until a bouquet of wildflowers appeared in her vision.
Thomas was looking to the side, acting shy, handing her, his gift.
Malika shyly takes the beautiful bouquet, the scent was so relaxing!
Image of the flowers!
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Malika: Thomas ... It's so beautiful! Thank you! (big smile)
Thomas's eyes sparkle like fireworks as he gazes at her with a tender look. He passes her a chicken sandwich with apple juice, she thanks him as she returns the service.
Malika: Thomas ... Can I ask you something?
Thomas nibbles on the sandwich, looking at her and nods.
Malika: What kind of girl, do you like? (nervously touches her hair)
Thomas chokes on the sandwich, making Malika firmly patting on his back. Then, he looks at her with owl eyes! Malika swings her hands, nervously!
Malika: Forget about it! It's a stupid question, anyway! (nervous laugh)
Thomas: No ... (faint voice)
Thomas grabs her hand, stroking it with his thumb, a simple, yet, caring gesture.
Malika, timidly, enveloped her fingers with his, it's was perfect. Like a missing piece from a puzzle has been finally completed.
They look into each other's eyes and at the same time, lay down on their backs. Staring at the clouds on the shy, just appreciating the peace and quiet moment between them.
