ARIA'S POINT OF VIEW
He walked towards him slowly and casually, with his two hands in his pocket and a neutral expression on his face.
"Time to go back," he announced, still looking at me.
I nodded my head in response, then I recalled something like, "How do we cross the river?" I asked, looking down at my wet clothes, which were slightly dried.
He came closer to me. "Give me your hand," he said, stretching forth his hands towards me, still staring at me.
I wanted nothing to do with him, but I had no choice but to abide by his words. I placed my hands on his, not fully holding it.
"Close your eyes," he said, holding my hands a bit tightly, and I looked down at our entwined hands. His large hands fully covered mine, but it was as if they were perfectly made for each other.
"Why?" I asked, raising my head to look up at him, only for me to see his glaring eyes.
