Nina
Enzo and I walked for a long time after that. Frank said that it would only be an hour by foot, but it felt much longer. Maybe it was just my own perception of time getting the best of me; after all, as the sky began to darken it started to feel more ominous in the misty woods, and so every second felt like an eternity.
However, at least I had Enzo. And, we didn’t run into any danger while we walked. In fact, it was quiet and peaceful, and we even began to talk a bit. We had a good amount to catch up on.
“So… You and Justin,” Enzo began, sounding a bit somber. I knew where this was going.
“That was never going to happen,” I interrupted. I stopped on the road and turned to face Enzo, still holding his hand firmly. “He tried to take advantage of my loneliness, but I didn’t let him.”
