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MIKAYLA

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"What are you doing here?" He asks me, eyes running around as if checking for any threat. As soon as his neck turns, my eyes catch the sight of a beauty spot under the end of his jaw.

Treacherous eyes.

"My wish," I grumble and walk past him, trying to avoid the cold air surrounding me that tortures me.

I shouldn't have left my bag inside. It is about sundown, unlike when I came out and the sky was brighter than normal days.

He follows me, catching my side and speed. I'm practically running, taking long strides even if my lungs decide to answer me soon. I just want to get away from him.

"Of course, but I was just worried about you," he says, the words that scratch my mind, wishing to make a hole and dwell there forever.

Well, I don't care.

I don't answer him as we enter the building. Warmth envelopes me. We find our family members and I get my bag, taking out my jacket and clasping the first three buttons.

Fortunately, they have done their shopping and I mentally bless my