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Author's Note: Decided to split this from the random Vignettes I've been posting. Rewrote it a bit.
I stared at his face through my bangs while he walked. His gaze never fixated on me once, it remained preoccupied with the sidewalk before us, and we were silent the entire way.
He took me to Penguin Park.
I crawled under the big blue penguin slide, hardly fitting pass the child sized hole. I knew he wouldn't fit.
I peered up at him again and found him looking back. He sat down next to me, outside of the penguin shelter, with the umbrella over his head.
As rude as it was, I stared. I couldn't stop myself.
We matched. He looked horrible. And I'm sure I did too. His hair was a stringy mess like a dirty mop haphazardly thrown away. My mascara had turned me into a panda.
A few tremors rumbled through me and the sneezes came and went. It was cold.
He held out his hand. This time, I caught slight irritability in his expression before he turned away. His offered hand was held before me and yet his whole body, including his face, was turned elsewhere.
I blinked at him with furrowed brows. What did he want?
He was swift when his hand reached for mine. It was ice-cold like the sides of the metal penguin during winter. He pulled me from my shelter and wrapped an arm across my back; his hand coming to a rest against the side of my stomach.
Then out of nowhere I was surrounded by warmth.
And the rain stopped again.
I recalled...