He was joking.

I was sure of it.

“You didn’t do that?” I all but breathed out through the laughter. My stomach was tying itself in knots and my hands cascaded themselves around my body in order to try and keep myself in control.

“I did.” He snorted out, his eyes glistening with humour as he watched me laugh. Although I have no idea why he wasn’t looking away, I probably looked like a deranged hyena; I knew I sounded like one.

“N-no,” I chuckled out, “You did not play chicken…naked.” I pointed at him. Who plays chicken naked? What kind of crazy idiot runs in front of cars in hopes of not getting run over, and plays it naked? That would be enough to make any driver swerve and most probably kill them, and any other poor sucker, around.

“I got hit you know?” That shut me up. My eyes snapped directly to his, widening with disbelief, my mouth opening to respond. “Don’t.” He spoke out; my jaw locked itself back together. “It’s happened already, there’s nothing that could have stopped it.” His voice almost drowned itself in pain, my heart twisting with it as my hands shook wanting to reaching out and take a hold of his hand that was gripping the wooden table we were sat at.

“Did it hurt?” I whispered, letting my eyes flitter away from his and to the random passer-buyers that flew past the window, from business men and woman who were exhausted after a busy day at work, to those shoppers who spent there days walking in and out of high end, white pristine shops and going out to those five star restaurants.

“A little,” Tim admitted, “I don’t remember much, and I woke up in hospital with a massive bandaged wrapped around my head and waist, so I knew it wasn’t good.” He sighed out.

“But you are okay now?” I looked back at him, mustering up a small smile but dropping it immediately when I saw the look on his face, a look purely terrifying. His eyes that are usually so full of life were almost empty, his dimples on his pale cheeks nowhere to be seen, this topic obviously meant a lot to him.

“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugged off, quickly picking up his sandwich and taking a bite out of it, filling his cheeks up to make him look like a chipmunk, a very cute chipmunk.

Sighing I looked away, my eyes landing on the warm coffee cup in my hands, watching the swirls of cream in the centre as the little café we sat in seemed to grow in sound, peoples conversation becoming clearer and clearer.

Henry stop putting the napkin in your mouth.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

I can’t do this anymore, we aren’t working.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

I have scars.

Wait, tick-tock? The sound wasn’t a clock.

It was eerie, heavy, and low. It came from someone, they were saying those words, they were creating the sensation of a clock ticking it’s time away.The laughter came out of nowhere.

His laugh.

It was his voice, his voice that said tick-tock. He was here. My head snapped up only to stop on Tim’s face, my mind registering the past minute.

“Y-you have a s-scar?” I spluttered out. Tim’s blonde hair moved with his nodding head.

“Five. “ He whispered out, his eyes jotting from mine to anywhere in the cluttered café, he fidgeted uneasily. He had scars?

“From the accident?” I asked, my voice increasing an octave in shock. Tim just nodded, his face almost saddened that I was shocked he had a permanent reminder of something terrible that had happened o him. “I have one too.” I blurted out.

Seriously?

Why would you say that Rayne.

“R-really?” Time all but breathed out. His eye’s had widened and a swirl of relief lingered under his shocked stare. I nodded this time, letting my eyes wander back to my coffee cup.

“It was accident in the sea,” I whispered, “I was little, it happened so fast…” I trailed off, quickly gulping down the last of my coffee, burning my throat in the process. I forgot that he was nearby. Screeching my seat back, I stood up. “Ready to go?” I asked Tim whose eyes were still glued to my own. I watched as he quickly picked his bag up.

“Sure, where are we going?” He asked, a small smile on his face. Grinning back at him I turned to the door, grateful that he let my story slide. It was one only few knew about.

“You’ll have to wait and see.”

Tim’s chuckle was the only sound I listened for as we closed the coffee shops door, and him, behind us.

The streets were packed, as normal. Everyone fluttered around one another, trying to find a space to walk into. My eyes had constantly glanced back at Tim, not because I was worried he would get lost, although that did run through my mind. It was because of his face.

It lit up every time we passed something worth the look. The Imperial War Museum, the London Eye, he even stopped to stare at the graffiti that littered the walls of the skate park on Southbank. It was the small things he seemed to live for, just like me.

“I wish I could draw like this.” He spoke out as we stopped in front of a colourful drawing of a skater, the irony that one would draw this next to a skate ramp. I laughed, making Tim turn his head to me. I just shook my head, indicating that it was just something I was thinking.

“Practice makes perfect.” I chuckled; putting my hand on his shoulder I pulled him away. “We are almost there.” Tim bounded away from the wall, a bounce in his step as we headed for one of my favourite places in London.

It was almost twenty minutes later when we arrived at our destination. The crowds of people had filtered down to only a few random passer-buyers, the rush of workers had ended and it had hit the seven o’clock mark.

I picked up my speed, my feet moving quickly as both Tim and I took in the fog that had shifted over the River Thames and almost drowned the site of the Millennium Bridge.

“We’re here.” I squealed as I unconsciously gripped Tim’s hand and dragged him to the steps.

One by one, ache by ache, we made it up to the bridge. The wind had slightly picked up, and the fog had densely thickened. But I didn’t care.

“This is it?” Tim asked, making me look towards him. His eyes were staring into the white, almost bewildered to why I had brought him here. Grinning I pulled him into the abyss. Finding the centre of the bridge was difficult but the eerily empty space was worth it.

“Stand like this.” I told Tim. He watched as I stood feet shoulder width apart and my arms open, almost like I was about to take flight. He followed my lead, his right hand slightly brushing my left. “Now close your eyes.” I shouted over the roar of the wind. I watched as he nodded turning his head forward and shutting himself away from the world.

I followed into the darkness.

The wind rushed through my hair, catching strands around my face, my ears. It flowed over my body, rippling my clothes backwards as it did so. The noise was defying, drowning out the London roar, it enclosed me, cushioning me in a pit of peace and serenity. I felt like it was washing away my fear, ripping the shreds of him away.

It clutched at the parts of me that ached to be taken away, it tugged them without fail, breaking them free and leaving me pure and happy, the darkness inside of me flittered away, over the Thames, London, even England. I was left clean and untainted.

And in the midst of it all, my hand had found Tim’s and we were both floating, together we joined, a pairing so innocent, it felt like nothing could break us.

We must have been there hours, just stood in our own thoughts, but finally someone had come crashing into us, I tumbled, hitting the floor. Opening my eyes I watched as a frustrated man huffed down on us, mumbling profanities to himself, before abruptly turning away and storming off.

A hand came into view; gripping it tightly Tim lifted me back onto my feet. His grin seemed to exhilarate him, his eyes buzzed and I’m sure I mirrored him.

“ I know what’s next.” He breathed.

“What?”

“Let’s sneak up to the shard,” He chuckled, the idea of something so wrong, so dangerous, felt so right. “Together?”  He asked, his eyes pleading. I only felt myself nod, my blue orbs bleeding into his own.

Together.

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I am, by no means, back. I felt like writing and I'm rather happy with the small but sweet chapter.

Hopefully you guys like it. I'm not sure when I'll be back again, but if you guys see anything wrong with this last chapter please let me know.

Thank you for sticking with me :)

Ellie.

P.S - Dedicated to RobinCameron for the amazing cover to the side! You should defintley go and check her out :D