'Hands are unbearably beautiful.
They hold onto things.
They let things go'
- Mary Ruefle
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
The cold air slaps me hard in the face as I step out of the front door. My hair shuffles around my face to conceal the reddening skin yet my hand raises to move it away. I'd rather have cold skin than not see where I'm walking.
Klaus steps out beside me after shutting the door. His frame diverts the course of the wind to elsewhere. Shielding my arms from the harshness allowing his warmth to seeping into the coat sleeves instead.
The feeling of his eyes on me takes my attention from the forests morning ambience.
Finding his seems to never be a difficult task. They are always on mine, coated in the brightest blue. Never straying too far away, never having to be found.
"Let's go" He breathes to which I nod, finding myself desperate to get out of the cold.
He steps down first, the gravel scattering as he continues towards the car. I follow, stepping down and shuffling after him trying to keep up with his lengthy strides finding no matter how quick I shuffle I hardly make up half the distance he covers in a single stride.
A wave of Deja vu strikes me as we near the car. Similar actions yet they hold another purpose from the first time. No apologies tumble out of the air, no fire grows in the space between us. No touch, no proximity.
Yet.
I grimace slightly, refusing to acknowledge previous events. Not at this time.
What if we-
The opening of the car door stops my thoughts as well as steps. Klaus' coat brushes my hand as I step past, folding myself in the seat. A brief thank you hangs in the air, he nods and then closes the door.
I breathe out the rest of the ideas. Deciding it's not the best to be thinking about in such tight proximity.
Klaus slides behind the wheel, shutting the door to seal off the cold. I turn to the side, grabbing the seatbelt and clicking it in its hold. Seconds later another one sounds before silence takes over.
Another awkward phone call to the clinic ended with the instructions to finish up any papers and part ways.
Not that there is too much but it can be managed to complete within a day.
Hopefully
The car jerks forward before it begins to move swiftly under the control of the Lycan. The forestry slowly shuffles by as we move through the forest, the route somewhat known to me from our last adventure.
I turn and look out of the window. Making use of the silence which takes up the space, apart from the thrum of the car, which soon melts into nothing.
Yesterday's words still hang over my head, sitting upon the shrinking mess. They sway their legs mindlessly, like a child waiting to be pushed on a swing. Waiting for me to register them. For me to formulate an understanding of them.
The trees on either side of us begin to thin, trunks shrinking in width yet keeping their admirable height. They guard the mouth of the path, keeping strangers fearful but visitors intrigued.
Klaus scans over the road before continuing on the empty area. The car continues its skillful journey over the wet roads where snow sticks on the far sides.
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Shadows
Werewolf"A soulmate." He starts, his voice bounces off the wall of the empty room. "There is nothing more beautiful in the world than them, for they are the epitome of perfect. They are the part you've been searching for forever. The cynosure for each other...
