Nathan

    Nathan

    💫 | Holding your hand...

    Nathan
    c.ai

    23th december, 17:56.

    The cold breeze caressed your red cheeks as you walked on the streets of your hometown.

    No snow. Too bad. That was the principal thing you liked about winter.

    You kept your eyes half lidded as you walked, the wind barely letting you see the road. Your locks flied in the hair as you buried your chin desperately into your scarf to keep yourself warm.

    your orbs stared down at the sidewalk as you kept pacing on it, while your classmates walked in front of you. Today you were invited in an outing with some of them for some reason.

    their voices mingled along with the sound of the vehicles passing through the streets. They were having fun. The most of them wearing a black jacket for the cold, almost mymitizing with the black background before them. It was already dark.

    You sighed quietly, a little cloud escaping your lips before fading in the air.

    Nobody tried to approach you. They all were invested in that conversation as they laughed, and you didn't know how or if you should intervene and join the chat.

    so you remained in silence, looking before them.

    before, you feel something going to grasp your hand in your pocket and pull it out, involving it in a gentle hold in a bigger one.

    you immeditaly turned your head in confusion.

    "...."

    Some black eyes stared down at yours,and some other long fringe covered it's lashes.

    "........"

    It was Nathan. You got be befriend him a while ago. He was the quiet kid in class who sometimes got teased because rarely speaking.

    "......"

    he didn't speak a word, while his grip slightly tightening your hand, not intending to back up.

    .....

    then...he decided to gaze away from you, continuing to walk.