A Walk With You

Some stories start with hate, and some with uneventful awful encounters. But theirs started with just a simple question to be answered.

His chivalrous physique is the first thing everyone notices. His witty jokes and his calm nature is what people around him love the most. He is someone who acts as careless and cold as possible. But people couldn't see the real Kenaz through that masculine physique.

Something that he'd been hiding for so long. Suffocating inside like a hungry beast to be let out. Until the day when the girl, whom he remembers wearing a yellow tunic and a hair-clip clipping her fringes when they were in elementary, steps her foot in his life, again, the pain was all that he felt. He fights hard to let go and hold on.

What will Kenaz hold on to, his love or his past?

What is it that he'll let go, Mariah or his guilt?

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Here's an excerpt from the story in

Mariah's POV.

......he opened his mouth instead," Can I ask you for something?"

"Yes, as long as I can afford it." I laughed it off.

He took a deep breath and shoved his fingers into his pocket - something he usually does - and leaned toward me with a wide grin on his face. I felt my chest burning and cheeks heating up in the dim light of the dusk.

He looked straight at me and with a gentle voice he uttered,

"A walk with you."

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