The guy offers his hand, and I took it. His skin was soft tho the finger less gloves in the way. It was calming in a odd way, I don't recall all that much of someone giving a comforting touch in long time.
His tight yet coarseness squeeze didn't bother me. I was surprised how long to took, did really made my night that bad? Soon the Woodlands became suburbs homes, I shouldn't be staring at him so much, even if meant to keep a eye on him for my safety.
"H-hey... Um.. "
"Hmm?.. "
"Sorry for being a worry wart back here, hah... " he shrugged off and simply smile.
"Eh? I can't blame you for it. I mean if I was in your role, I would freak out a bit too. Some random with an large hatchet. "
"Pfft,It called ax. "
"Sure." We seem we get laughs from one another when tentions dying down. Isolation fade as we become more aquanted.
But with our fun time we near the dirt path from earlier in my walk.
"Here ya go!" He still gained like small child. His cheerfulness rub on to me.
"Oh my god! Thank you so much for helping me out this late." I went to turn around but my hand was tug.
We were still holding each other hands this WHOLE time. He still smile without being embrace unlike me. Both us shoved our hands in our own pockets.
Other than my risk of my anxiety attack, this wasn't a completely bad experience.
"I guess I'll see you around then." He stood in place, I left him with my good byes to return to my apartment. (hopefully without getting in trouble for sneaking back in.)
I waved him at my window where he stay under the street lights. He returns my gesture. And like that into the shadow, he was gone.
I face palm into my pillow. Pull down my pants and tore off my bra. Breath peaceful in my cool sheets. I think of him, the stranger. My eyes.. Get heavy. He seems.... Nice. I didn't ask his name. "I'll try asking him tomorrow. " my final thoughts before I rested and my body returns to aching.
Who was on me?!
It's getting harder to breathe!!
Scratch it! Stretch it all AWAY!!
My eyes flutter open, it was seven o' clock. I noticed my eyes we're puffy, my neck felt horse and residue of what could been tears.
I put my bruise aside from my dining phone. Instead of my alarm waiting to be silent. It was a call from my class peer, Erika.
"Hey *yawns*. I'm calling in that class being cancelled. *sign* After all that work as if it wasn't a all nighter. Any way sorry to rumble but there your heads up. I'm just go back to sleeping on my desk. *yawns louder* B-be sure to rest up k? *hung up*"
I have free time now. Maybe I go out for... Him.
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my lovely doe-eyes fem reader x alan (my dear hatchet man)
FanfictionI thought at the time, it was good for me to get fresh air and try a new pathway to enjoy. but to be out late and no signal for away out, I felt helpless. I was "lucky" to have help. but dumb movie cliche, my summer wasn't the same. All because of...
