You were walking around the dark corners of Canada, looking for anything other than snow and trees. There were houses, but none of them looked like anyone was there. All of them had the blinds shut tight, and there was no light other than the street lights. It was completely silent. The only thing that pierced the dark silence was the occasional howl of wolves and your heavy breath on the icy cold air. You wondered of anything even existed here. You felt alone, so alone in the world with nobody left to listen, nobody to talk to. But you also felt watched. You kept meandering down the road and the watching feeling grew. It grew until you had to hold yourself back from screaming. It grew on until you felt your sanity was at stake and then… It was washed away, faster than lightning. But now there was a new feeling of being followed. Like there was someone right behind you, ready to strike, ready to pounce on its prey that was so unaware of what was going on. Like a wolf behind a deer.
The feeling grew and grew, like the watching did. You felt someone's hot breath on your bare neck, and you briskly turned around.
"Hey… You lost or something?" he said
You hesitated, and looked up at him. "Y-yeah…" you said shakily.
"Well, you know it's not good to be out here at this time of night, it's like 3:00AM."
"Oh, it is? U-um, well my car broke down and I thought I would walk down here to get some help."
"Being out here with nothing but a thin sweatshirt isn't gonna do you any good. Look at you, you must be freezing," he said, in a voice that sounded irritated.
"W-well... Do you know of a place I can stay for the night?"
He growled under his breath. "Kh.. Yeah, you can stay at my house, but you have to sleep on the couch." You were fine with that. At least it's a place to stay, and you you were used to sleeping on couches. After all, you lived on one for six months in Germany until your roommates tried to tie you up and have sex with you. It was fun, but once they"released the krakens", you knew it was time to go…
You left with him on what he said was a "long walk" to his house. On the way there, he snaked his arm around your waist, keeping you warm. You looked up at his face, which held a look of coldness, but kindness under it.
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Once you got to his house, he kicked open the front door and took off his jacket, throwing it over the back of a dining room chair. The smell of the fireplace joined sweetly with the sound of a crackling fire. He motioned to a hallway. "Bathroom's down there, first on the left, and living room is all the way at the end. Stay here, I'll be back with stuff." With that, you sat in the chair his coat was on. This house is so nice, you thought, I wonder if he lives here alone or.. He came back with a blanket, a tee shirt, and a pair of boxers. "I suggest you go take a hot shower," he said sternly. "If you must, the laundry room is across from the bathroom so you can throw your clothes in there, I have to do laundry tomorrow anyway." He handed the neat pile of clothes to you, and you smiled at him. "Thank you so much," you say, walking to the bathroom to take a long-awaited hot shower.