We managed to exit the ship without really saying anything to each other. Maybe, he didn't know what to say to my stubborn attitude when I nudged his hand off mine. But to me, it felt like the reason why the air around both of us seemed so dramatic and quiet, maybe it wasnt awkward, maybe it was just melancholy that filled our throats making a lump, so we could just not express the awkward sadness that lies inside us. Mine started to feel heavy all I wanted to do was cry but, I just didn't know how.
"Zara, can I ask you something. Why did you let go of my hand when I tried to hold it?"
he dashed closer to me and pulled me by my hand and held it again expressing certain male dominance to me, while asking me this.
"I'm gonna hold it like this, if I want to and you're not allowed to let go of it." he said with a pout on his face.
"You know I was planning inside my head ways to ignore you atleast until tomorrow."
