Chapter Fourteen
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| luke’s pov |
“Lucas, I’m tired of this nonsense,” my mum told me, sighing deeply. Her head was shaking at what I just told her. She knew what I was going through. She knew what I could see. She knew everything about it.
But just as I thought, she didn’t believe me.
I smiled sadly, nodding. “You’re right, mum. I’m sorry I bothered you.”
Before she could reply, I swiftly walked away and out of the house. I didn’t mean to be such a burden to her. I just needed to tell someone. But I guess I told the wrong person.
“Are you okay? You look really down,” Emma commented, grabbing a hold of my arm. I cringed at the sudden pain, and she immediately withdrew her hand, apologizing continuously.
Fixing the fabric of my sweater, my lips formed a small pout. “I just… I need some peace and quiet.”
She took my hand in hers and grinned, “I know the perfect place.”
With that, she dashed through the street, with me catching up to her pace. Although I felt myself bump into some people, my eyes were focused on our hands. It was the second time we’ve actually touched like this, but it still felt like it was the first time.
It still felt nice.
We stopped in front of an old bookshop, something I haven’t seen before. But then I wasn’t wondering why I didn’t know about it, I never got out of my house that much, after all.
She pushed the door open, and a small bell rang from the top, giving it a cozy feeling.
I marveled at how big the place was; I didn’t expect it to be as big as a library.
A lady, around her early sixties, greeted us with a warm beam. Emma seemed to know her since she hugged the lady. Even though she did that, her hand was still fastened on mine, her grip secure.
My cheeks heated up; I thought she’d let go. I was just waiting for her to let go, and she didn’t let go. I don’t know what to do or say. I think my hand’s sweating, oh no.
“Luke, hello?” Emma waved a hand in front of my face, and my eyes widened. I should really stop dazing off, sometimes.
“Yes?”
“I was saying, come on, let’s go to the back. It’s the quietest place here. No one’s going to disturb you,” she explained, holding my other hand, facing me. She didn’t seem to notice how flustered I’ve gotten, which was, somehow, a good thing. I didn’t want her to know.
“Th-thank you, Emma.”
“Anytime, Luke.”
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