JM BENAVIDEZ

"My body is fine, but my heart aches." You utter; practically a whisper; before you can sensor your response. His brows raise, as if he knows that you feel this attack on an emotional level and aren't physically feeling chest pains. He carefully stands up, wincing a little and you notice the bloody rain water running down his exposed knee. He must have landed on it and scraped it during the fall. He wipes his palms on his jeans and then extends a hand down to you. The street light above his head is like a halo around him, his face in shadow as his hand seems to glow, reaching out of the darkness towards you. Your body aches, now that his weight has been lifted off you, but that isn't the reason you need to take his hand. You clasp his hand, grasping it for dear life; like a lifesaver, while you are being tossed amid endless waves in a raging sea. The rain seems to pour down on both of you, threatening to wash you away as his fingers tighten around your hand. "We should get out of this rain and find a safe place." He mumbles, pulling you to your feet as he glances around at the scattered umbrellas and empty sidewalk. You want to tell him that as long as he is holding your hand, you are in a safe place, but you hold that thought as he turns to look back at you. He licks his bottom lip and you notice that those villains had marred his handsome face. At this point you can't tell if it's just dirt or a scrape, but you fight the urge to reach out to touch it for fear of hurting him. He opens his mouth, pausing a moment before asking...

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