You told him to leave you alone, but you were foolish to think that he would listen. Even with a fishing rod over your shoulders, determined to get a peaceful afternoon rest with your feet dangling above the furious river currents and the red bobber floating atop their violent surface. The rumbling of the water, spraying over your pants and shoes sporadically, would be enough to drift you to sleep as you sat across the mossed rocks.
But he was at your heels. Struggling to capture your attention for even the slightest moments, before losing to the draw of nature that called to you louder than his voice to. He vied and was defeated each time, but that didn’t stop him from following you out to your secluded spot. A wide ravine, trapped between …show more content…
Your back was still facing him.
“Since you hate nature so much, Jean, may I ask why you came out here today?” You said, in a voice meant to pry. To which Jean scoffed aloud.
“I don’t hate nature, you ass, I just don’t like.... Touching it. What if we get bitten? What if we contract some sort of killer virus?”
“I haven’t died yet, so I doubt that’s possible.” The knee-high tidal surges advancing downstream were proving tedious. Nothing was coming to your bait. Thus, you reeled back your line and set it to the side, your hands moving to wriggle the boots of your feet. With wide-eyes, Jean stared at you in bemusement as you rose from your seat and headed towards the roaring currents. He choked on a glob of his spit.
“(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?! Don’t turn suicidal on me!”
You waved him off, shuddering at the icy chill the water offered. Swiftly traveling up your toes, as the small hairs across your arms shooting upright. “I’m trying to catch a fish, you idiot.”
“Wha— you are willing to drown just for some damn fish?!” The fists at his sides were clenched tight, gritting his teeth at your recklessness. You waded through the ice-cold waters with a bright smile on your face, while steam looked ready to burst from Jean’s ears. Flinching, every time a current hit into your
But he was at your heels. Struggling to capture your attention for even the slightest moments, before losing to the draw of nature that called to you louder than his voice to. He vied and was defeated each time, but that didn’t stop him from following you out to your secluded spot. A wide ravine, trapped between …show more content…
Your back was still facing him.
“Since you hate nature so much, Jean, may I ask why you came out here today?” You said, in a voice meant to pry. To which Jean scoffed aloud.
“I don’t hate nature, you ass, I just don’t like.... Touching it. What if we get bitten? What if we contract some sort of killer virus?”
“I haven’t died yet, so I doubt that’s possible.” The knee-high tidal surges advancing downstream were proving tedious. Nothing was coming to your bait. Thus, you reeled back your line and set it to the side, your hands moving to wriggle the boots of your feet. With wide-eyes, Jean stared at you in bemusement as you rose from your seat and headed towards the roaring currents. He choked on a glob of his spit.
“(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?! Don’t turn suicidal on me!”
You waved him off, shuddering at the icy chill the water offered. Swiftly traveling up your toes, as the small hairs across your arms shooting upright. “I’m trying to catch a fish, you idiot.”
“Wha— you are willing to drown just for some damn fish?!” The fists at his sides were clenched tight, gritting his teeth at your recklessness. You waded through the ice-cold waters with a bright smile on your face, while steam looked ready to burst from Jean’s ears. Flinching, every time a current hit into your