Nov 20, 2019.
          The park

The fear and anxiety that Carla engender when Issac took her hand with him and led her out if the restaurant, before she can say any other word was too inexorably high, making her tremble and shake.

As soon the left the restaurant though, the feeling totally vanished to tiny air and confusion along with the chilly night breath engulf her, when he hug her tightly, so tight she thought he was trying to kill her for he doesn't want to leave her. Funny she then thought, still confused to the point she couldn't hug him back, or sniff him like she used to do.

"Why are you shocked" he then ask, his arms still around her small body delicately, "you didn't think I'll leave you, did you?!"

Carla nod her head slolwy hiding the aflame on her cheeks in between his neck, sniffing him now. She couldn't stop sniffing his beautiful aroma whenever she hugged him, or when she sleep on his chest and they cuddle.

Letting go of her totally he held on her shoulder looking at incredulously, before speaking holding her cheeks that were cold and red, "You have me totally wrapped around your finger sunshine, and not even you could let me stop from engrossing in you"

Carla didn't reply with words, her locked mouth didn't help her too, but ensconcing herself in his arms was able to do and say everything she couldn't. A surprised gasp left her mouth, that were now kissed by Isaac's soft lips, another warmth and a bizarre feeling brushing in her blood.

Slowly, Issac start leaning to her, wanting to taste her lips that he thought were to delicious to leave with a peek, Carla not knowing what to do kept there looking at him as he look into her eyes, then her lips before coming back to her eyes again. Closing their eyes that was getting to heavy their lips met  again in a devouring manner.

The two enraptured with the beautiful connection they were feeling, completely forgot that they were in front a restaurant full of people, but one thing, even if they did not forget that they were in the middle of the word, they knew they would care less.

Their tongues made a work if magic, consisting of sparks, goosebumps and love that started to grow in a fast motion. Issac couldn't get enough of her, he couldn't really feel full and nothing wouldn't stop him, as for Carla who was out of breath didn't really care about dying now here in his arms because of lack of oxygen.

The highlight would be amazing on tomorrow's newspaper, A girl died yesterday due to a lack if breeze when kissing a young handsome man. She wanted to laugh, for once in a gazillion years she was happy, she could also feel Isaac's smile on their kiss before they both held their urge to tear each others cloth.

The walk to the park was fun as always, maybe to same people it might not be than fun. But to Issac and Carla who had for in their whole life hated people, or wanted to be alone, loved the park that was full of enthralling creatures and beautiful view. Specially at night, where both of stood wide awake while other people would snore.

The smoke that came out of Carla's lip in a shape of 'o' made her smirk at Issac, who bet she would never be able to do it, with a stretched arm she spoke.

"5 nutellas,"

Issac smile at her, an idyllic feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. Slapping her hand away, he attached her legs sleeping on her lap, sighing deeply.

"I think they are taking divorce" He suddenly say.

Carla knew what he was talking about, she knew he was sad, but she didn't know what to do, she have no idea how to condemn someone, how could she, no one ever did.

"Everything is gonna be alright, Issac" she whisper, shaping his dark eyebrows with her finger, looking at his eyes.

"Would it really?! I am tired of waiting" his voice was supposed to be a snap, not weak, not vulnerable.

"It will, I promise it will"

He shift his body, totally facing her now. Even though Issac didn't know what to do now, whether it was kiss her or hug her, he just stare at her beautiful feature. And in return, Carla did him a favour in hugging him tightly.

"And if it didn't be, then it's not the end" she spoke.

It was after a couple of second Issac asked a question, him being on her lap he could clearly see her grim expression when he asked, though he did not think she would answer, she did anyway.

"What happened?!" Carla knew what he was talking about again, without him telling her what he was talking about. In a way herself couldn't believe that it wouldn't budge him even a little, and she knew he was going to ask anyway.

"What do you think rich people in our country value the most, after that is, money?!" She ask.

"I like the way you answer question with another question" he smile at her in a peaceful way, "Does that mean that your parents didn't want to lick the news of your incident?!" He was afraid of hurting her and to Carla it was visible.

"Yep" She poo the p, "my parents thought it would be good if Carlos didn't get to jail since it would ruin their reputation"

"Is that why you never want to meet them?!" Curiosity was winning over Issac, and he couldn't control it.

"No, if I see them, I don't know what I would do." She say, massaging his scalp, feeling his thick hair between her fingers, "I am afraid I would hurt them, vengeance is a true shit" the smoke rolled off her lips swiftly, giving him back the weed that made them feel like in a sky, together, feeling the sense if being in utopia, their utopia.

"Have you ever trued suicide, Issac?!" Carla asked, feeling him still at her lap, her eyes in the sky, trying to count the stars she had always loved, after couple minutes of silence.

With them it always seemed they have another langue of silence, it was like silence was created for them, and at a point they both didn't mind.

"Why?!" She then ask again, "because of your parents"

Her eyes never left the sky, her attention though was on Issac who has never answered a question with word, rather again they met in silence, chatting there in a comfortably beautiful sound.

"How many times?!" She then ask, worried and scared of his answer.

Slowly Issac start pulling his jacket's arm, showing her alk the scars on his left wrist. Goosebumps rose upon her figure as she saw his scars, she couldn't stop the tears that started to flow from her eye. He was pained to the point he cut his flesh, his own skin, not once, not twice, but six times wasn't really the clear evidence of how he hated his life.

"Why?! Did you think ending your life would stop the pain?!" Carla snapped meaning to snap this time, she never wanted to see his vulnerable side yet, she didn't even want it to exist let alone her seeing it.

"I did" he reply after clearing his throat, eyes watching her with adoration and sadness, "I did once think that suicide would be a solution,"

"And now?!" She ask in whisper.

"Now I knew it was just a cause to another suicide" he sigh, seating properly in front of her with crossed leg, "Suicide could be a way to end pain, but it was also another suicides cause. In a way when I did all this cuts, I couldn't think about anyone but ending my pain, but with all this cuts, Mom thinking it was because of her I was trying to end my pain, got into deep depression, mental issues and therapy's she went through, then my young sister, Sara who has nothing to do with depression, noticing that I cut my flesh often, she had a mental disorder, she even tried once"

"It's not your fault" Carla tried to at least help with his guilt feeling, "it never was Issac"

"I suck at living Carla, I hate being here, breathing and watching them fight again and again, watching Sara go to therapist ever single fucking day with no change at all, I even hate going to school to watch everyone smiling and laughing and all stuff, I just suck at it" he rub his face, Carla sat there, waiting for him finish his words that were kept inside him for long, "You just don't know how it sucks not sleeping at night, wondering how to ende your life without hurting those people who love you,"

"Oh I do know Issac" Carla say, "Even though no one really loves me, I do know what that feels like, for at a point in my life I did have people who loved me" she then scoff, "or I thought they did"

"You have me now Carla" Issac wipes her tears that were flowing like a river, and in a way he again thought it was his fault that she was crying.

"You also have another person to think of before cutting that flesh again" Carla couldn't help herself with the rubbing she was making at his marks, at his scars that explain his life and how deadly he was.

A silence again settles among them, their eyes in contact with each other, a happy glint breathing through their eyes, adoration and love swirling between their blood never to end, never to pause. And with a smile on their face, they just sat there, staring at each other, talking through silence, weeds in hand and smoke lurking behind them, in the air they breath, Carla thinking about him, Issac thinking about her.

_________To be Continued________
Ohhhh! Is book having an end soon?! I really enjoyed writing their story. And now I couldn't even pronounce the words The End.

Now, what do you think will happen next?!

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