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We are walking down the sidewalk, all silent, the star twinkling bright in the sky, illuminating our way and surroundings. A poly-bag swings lightly from one of my hands containing what I've bought earlier.

He insisted on walking me back to my house.
'It's quite late, I can't let you alone all by yourself.', is what he'd said, and sent my heart fluttering in my chest.
Although I knew that even after our 'talk' and our willingness to stay friends as we had been before 'it', it'd be awkward as hell, for the both of us.

But I couldn't bring myself to say a 'no', probably because, firstly, I knew he was correct about it being dangerous out alone in the night, and secondly, I didn't want to leave his side.

I want to be with him all I can. The fear of us drifting away from each other devours my conscience when I stay alone at home. Therefore, maybe I want to ensure the fact that even after what had happened, he would be with me just way he was earlier, that he'll stay.

We dive out of the ocean of our thoughts when our hands brush past each other. I feel him stiffen beside me, yet he says nothing, does nothing, and just keeps walking ahead. I don't know what gets into me but I try to match my steps with him, and walk a little closer in order to get any reaction from him.

The alarms inside my head are start blaring, now that our hands are in constant touch with each other, warning me about the cons of it, but I ignore them.

I know I'm acting desperate, but I just want to get want he really thinks, and wants.

Can he ever want this?
Us?