24

Ouch...

I put my hand on my wound. It's already Thursday and it doesn't hurt as much as Monday but I still have a big blue mark...

I can't stop remembering what he told me

How will he heals me?

Is it his talent? I never knew his talent... nor his name... nor his age... or his favorite color

When I think about it.. I still know nothing about him but little facts about his life like what he ate for breakfast...

We can talk for hours but I still know nothing about him.

At the beginning it didn't bother me to know nothing about him but... I want to know more about him

I want to know if he likes talking with me

What he has for home

What is his talent

What he would looks like if he was exercising his talent

What kind of childhood he had

What does he do in his free time

I was wondering ,laying in my bed. When Abele knocked on the door.

"Sir Cami. The breakfast is ready! Are you still sleeping?"

"Uh- no! No! I'm already ready! You can go earlier!" I hurried up to change my clothes and look presentable

Uhh- what was I supposed to do for my wound? I don't want to bother him with that...

If I can make it disappeared a little bit with make up. It will show like it's healing quickly

But... I don't have make up...

After eating. I went to Abele and asked her for some make up to cover a pimple. She looked at me weirdly but just accepted it.

She asked me if I wanted some help but I refused.

'Like this — the mark is less blue and more naturel'

And I went to school

...

I had martial art... I got hit at my wound and it seriously hurt like hell but I was able to not let it shows and even if the prof noticed I was not as energetic as other day he just thought it was because I was tired.

I really just don't want to bother anyone with my little problem

The other classes where okay. I mean... I just had to sit for all the class so it didn't hurt at all.

But... it's now the time to meet him...

I'm a little bit nervous but I have plans anyway...

I even asked my teacher in martial art to teach me some 'escaping techniques'...

Here we go...

I headed to the usual meeting point. I had to wait for him 5 min.

We started doing our usual talking. I even let him take 1 bite of my lunch! To make him forget to check my wound.

I guess I'm lucky... it seems he forgot about it and I don't show any signs it hurts

"I almost forgot but... is your wound ok?" ...I talked too quickly

"Uh- that? It's practically invisible! I don't feel anything too!"

"Really!? Ahh- that's good to know-" it seemed too easy

"But I don't trust you" I knew it!

He came toward me and tried catching me with he same position as last time.

I know how to escape from this one!

I slide my arm to his neck and pushed it to the right. He released his catch and I was able to escaped.

Thank you teacher

He seemed really surprised and glanced at me with an angered face

I got some sweat drops on my face

'What was he gonna do now...?'

"It's true! It really healed completely!! I can even show you!" He looked at me with a confused face

"If it was true you wouldn't have run away from me"

"But... it's embarrassing! I didn't want you to remake this pose!"

I hope this work...

I lifted my shirt while being back to him

"Well!? I told you!"

"Oh- s-sorry..." yeah! That's right! Apologize to me!

"Ah-" wha-

With an amazing speed, he approached from me. I didn't even had the time to understand what was happening.

He took my wrists with only one hand and blocked me from moving. He pinned me to a tree. My hand above me and my feet barely able to move .

When I noticed the position I was in I snapped.

Ah-

I... this pose... it's weird... I've seen it in a movie...

I was feeling his hand lifting my shirt to see my wound

"Did you really think I wouldn't have noticed you covered your wound with make up?"

"I knew it... why do you want so much to hide your wound from me? It's not like I was going to eat you..."

I was blushing and blushing none stop thinking about the position we were in.

I couldn't even understand clearly what he was saying

Why is my head spinning so much? Why am I so dizzy? Why is it so hot here??

"You don't want to talk? Is it because you're ashamed to have lied from me...?" What was he saying?

"Eh! Talk! Why do you want to hide it so much?"

"Why are you so quiet? I asked you something!"

Worried about why I wasn't talking. He bend his face to see mine.

Seeing my completely red face. He got extremely surprised.

"Ah-uh- ar-are you ok? I'm sorry. Is it because it hurt? Why are you so red are you ok?" He took off his hands from me

I was now able to breath freely.

"Hey... are you ok? Are you sick? Is it because of me you feel so bad?" He seemed really worried

"No- it-it's ok.." I as still as red as a tomato

He sighed "are you really ok? You seem a lot better but what happened?" He was still worried

"It's...Umh... the-the-the.." I was restarting to blush furiously

"The...The .. what are you trying to talk about?"

"Umm... I-it's the-the- THE POSITION!" Smoke was practically coming out of my head

He looked at me with an astounded face

His ears and a little bit of his cheeks started to blush

"I didn't realized.. sorry.."

"But... it's funny how you reacted so much about it" was he seriously mocking me about that...

"You're a little bit dirtied mind aren't you..." I-

I got a little pass of blush passing by

"I-I- I'm not dirtied mind! It's just y-you!" I pointed him

"What? It's only me who give you a dirty mind?" He gave me a smirk while still joking at me

"No-Nono! No-no! No! You know too well this is not w-what I wanted to say!!" It would be an understatement to say I was as red as a tomato

He giggled at my expression still with a slight blush at his ears and cheeks

I looked at him with my cheeks filled with red and my eyes holding back little drop of tears.

"I'm just joking around but... are you sure you're ok? I'm talking about your wound... like seriously, why do you want to hide it that badly? It's not like it will kill you if I help you..."

Ah...

"I just really don't want to bother you with something so unimportant. It doesn't even hurt that badly and I can handle it"

He looked at me with a sad face

"Why do you think treating a wound would bother anyone why don't you value yourself and your pain? It you're hurt you have to heal it or it will continue hurting for far more longer and that's not a small wound. You have it since Monday and it's still hurting and it's still really visible.

Do you... have a problem with not wanting to show any weakness to anyone?"

I stiffened

"I-" I got little tear on the border of my eyes

He approached me and hugged me

"Why- why do I feel so bad about all I do? Why do I have to be perfect in front of everybody? Why am I feeling so bad about something not that important? " it was embarrassing but his confortable arms and his hot touch was attracting me like a magnet

I felt like he was the only one who could really understand what I was talking about. The only one I could actually talk about it without being judged

"Don't worry..you're not alone in this. I completely understand how you feel. You're really strong to have endured it.

You can relax now. I'm here, you're not alone and what you feel is not a simple feeling you can brush off like air."

I started breathing slower

"Thank you... thank you so much.."

"Thank you too..."

"I know it's not really the correct time to ask you that but...can I know your name? And your favorite color? And what kind of family you have? I... just want to know about you..." he looked at me with a surprised face before giggling

"I won't tell you all of that but... I can tell you my first name and my favorite color if you want.."

"Ahah- yes... just tell me what you want to tell me. You're not obligated to tell me what you don't want to"

"Ok.. so my favorite color is light green and for my name"

I approached him. I was really curious about it

He giggled

"My name is ...Riley."

Riley... I like it...