She heads back to her shop, breathing a little harder than she needs to once they get outside of it. It's not from running but from bottling up everything inside. It's a suffocating feeling, one she doesn't know how to handle.
She ushers him inside, both of them soaked from the rain. Several minutes in constant misting rain can leave a person soaked through. "Come with me. We'll get you a towel and you can dry off." She offers, gesturing for him to follow her.
It's hard. Her instinct is to take his hand, to lead him, but she tampers it down. It's because there's no distance between them at all that these feelings started in the first place, that she can't separate herself from him. Distance. Distance is the key, and then everything will be alright again. They can be just friends.
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Date: 2014-12-07 10:56 am (UTC)She ushers him inside, both of them soaked from the rain. Several minutes in constant misting rain can leave a person soaked through. "Come with me. We'll get you a towel and you can dry off." She offers, gesturing for him to follow her.
It's hard. Her instinct is to take his hand, to lead him, but she tampers it down. It's because there's no distance between them at all that these feelings started in the first place, that she can't separate herself from him. Distance. Distance is the key, and then everything will be alright again. They can be just friends.