Amelie
I startled awake to a knock at the window and realised that I must’ve dozed off too. Looking across at the slumbering man, I cursed the figure who had knocked and disturb the quite silence making me and him to wake up. For one, he had looked like a sleeping angel and two, it was harder to keep my composer and cold indifference toward him. I wouldn’t have minded few more hours of the quiet ride where I had fallen asleep watching him. He made a lovely scenery, to be honest.
He sat up straight, without a pause opened the door and stepped out in one fluid motion. Turning around he extended his hand for me, I was momentarily caught by surprise and it was the only reason I slipped my hand in his and shivered inwardly at the contact. Why does it has to be like this? And, why him?
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