"I'll... I'll be gone for who knows how long and I just want you to know that."

"Will you be gone forever?"

"I... I actually don't know..."

"Hey Trish?"

"Yes?"

The pinkette found herself pausing in dumbfounded shock as you seamlessly held her hands in yours, dazing deeply within the forest in her eyes. Her ears fell deaf within the cacophonous heavy beat within her chest, stomach stirring with an overwhelming, ineffable sensation. It felt painful but she seems to relish its pain. Trish found herself thickly swallowing, melting at the unusual raw intensity of your eyes deep within hers. You have always been the quite one, can't get through a sentence without stumbling and stammering as you spoke and she have always found it adorable in a way even if you insist that it was a daily hindrance you had to deal with daily.

"I don't care if you come back—" Her eyes widened in shock, a surge of dread filling her stomach, speechless. "— as long as you're safe, and happy and healthy, I can get by that. I-I mean, I'm sure that I'll miss you and all but uhhh, look I-uh um... Ehehehe."

Trish's chest filled with relief and warmth, the particular leaking into her features when a small smile slipped from her features. She have always been stoic in a way others saw as her being snobbish and an elitist and one can only wonder how the most socially awkward teen manage to befriend school's heart throb Trish Una herself. Well it was simple really, you did not assume she was a snob and yet people had hard times comprehending what and how.

"I promise to return, alright?" Trish reassured, putting her hand atop yours. "I'll say... About a few months or so. And if I return, we'll go shopping, okay? And this time, you'll let me actually treat you and let you buy things. When I say 'buy things' I meant actual bags or clothes or anything at all. I swear, the most expensive thing you only let me buy you is a keychain." She chuckles fondly at the memories, but soon fell in a sombre mood.

Puckering your lips at the slightest, you put a palm on her cheek, thumb softly stroking from side to side. a sense of calm flooded Trish chest, as she leans her head to your palm, closing her eyes with an exhale.

"Are you anxious?"

"Well yeah," Trish admits. "It's not everyday that I find out that I'm an estranged daughter of a person running an Italian Mafia that's not just an Italian Mafia, but the fricking Passione after my mother passed away under mysterious circumstances and now my father whom I have not seen my entire life just... Came out of nowhere. And we both know how dangerous Mafioso's are, they are basically faced with danger all the time and being the boss' daughter--" she halts upon choking in her own words, tears cascading from her forest gaze.

"it's okay, it's okay..." You pulled her in you arms by her back, running your hand on her back to ease the girl from her dreadful circumstances. "You're going to be okay..."

"I-I... It's just so unfair, you know?" she sobs, cling to you oh so tightly, pressing her tear stained face on your chest. "I was just... I'm just... I'm a normal kid j-just living and... And then my mom died and now... I-I don't-- I don't know what'll happen, Y/N... I don't know..." She sobs, hiccups and sniffles in every pause.

"I know you're confused, overwhelmed but you have to be stronger and braver, okay? Trish I know you, you're a strong girl, okay? You're a beautiful, brave, strong girl who cares for everyone around her."

"You really think so?" She looks up, eyes puffy and still streamed with tears. You gave her a sombre smile, lifting your hand up to her face and began to swipe your thumb under her eyes to wipe her stubborn tears away.

"Yes. You don't have to believe me, believe yourself. You're stronger than you imagine." You pinched her cheek, prompting her to playfully smack your hand away, her smile slowly coming back to her features.

"Look at me," she gestures at her face, wiping the remains of her tear streaked face, smearing her make up she spent hours with intense concentration and steady hands. "You just made me cry on my Givency Blush number two."

"Well I heard tears are natural moisturizers--"

"Young Miss, I'm sorry but we have to go." The old man solemnly informs, holding his hat on his chest.

Trish frowns, separating herself from you to pick her luggage from the ground and began to walk at the designated vehicle to put her bag inside, before the pinkette turns to you with a morose, yet gentle smile. You returned her smile with a gentle wave, a smile convincing enough to hide your devastation with her departure, but you simply hoped the best outcomes there is for her.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later..." Trish forcefully squeezes out with false optimism.

"Y-yeah... Sure..." You nodded, watching Trish settle inside of the vehicle whilst the old man boards the driver's seat and booted the car. You can only watch from your distance, intending to keep your smile until she leaves. She might not see it visibly through the extremely dark tinted windows, but whatever.

Trish stared from the dark tinted windows with a frown, watching your seemingly unwavering smile. Too wide, too exaggerated for it to be true, as your eyes began to gloss with tears.

"Hey grandpa, could you please give me a moment? I'll be quick." Trish calls out, unbuckling her seatbelt and did not bothered to await his response, as she opens the door and sprints outside.

Your eyes widened in shock and confusion, not having enough time to register what was happening when Trish presses her lips against your for a quick smooch with a grin. Your face scorched with intense heat, colours filling your face as your eyes remained prominently wide and fixed on a dumbfounded look.

"Wait for me. I left a little something for you hidden in my desk at school okay?"

"W-wh-- okay--" you responded, attempting to recover from the very sudden, very bold gesture of Trish as she sprints back towards the car and before you knew it, the black vehicle started to move and you haven't even comprehended the situation yet.

It was then when the car was out of sight, you slowly lifted to touch your lips and pulling away to see the tips tinted with the glossy remnants of her pink lipstick. Your stomach filled with unexplainable, yet pleasant shivers as your heart fluttered and hammered within your chest, a smile you couldn't hold in spreads across your features, with even the smallest audible giggle slips from your lips.

"I will wait for you, Trish... I promise."