My tears are dried now. Hoisting his hand, tenderly he touches my cheeks, " You cried, " He says. I open my mouth to dig my teeth in my lower lip but I stop myself as the small cut is healing, "I was feeling alone." I say in the middle of a sight. Weirdly, I'm feeling composure in his presence. He stares down. I followed his gaze, "I wasn't hungry." I whisper. He bends forward and glances into my eyes. I'm not feeling alone and longing for crying without reason anymore. Presumably, It's his absence that causes me all this, " Come, I've something for you. You'll like it. " He holds out his hand. I hesitate but put my hand in his. He tugs me off the bench and locks his arm around my waist taking my weight, " What is it? " I ask him as we walk in together. 
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