Photo: Ivan Porcher
Portrayed By: Ivo Buchta
Chapter Dedicated To: direfaery

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Chapter 25

We've been walking for hours now and so far, we haven't even reached a, what we think, safe place to stay for awhile. This area is too open-field and we might get killed easily so we decided to find a more secluded place. We even haven't eaten anything yet and my stomach keeps grumbling. I blush in embarrassment when my stomach grumbles again, demanding food. Shawn is only beside me, so I assume he hears my stomach's pleads and cries. I know that he's hungry as well, but he doesn't show any signs of being hungry. I could eat him. No, that sounds... sexual. I mean, cannibalism. If this takes longer, I might go crazy.

"I'm really hungry," I mumble, scratching my cheek. I can feel my legs weakening and about to give up but I force myself not to. If my legs give up right now, Shawn and I wouldn't have no choice but to stay few hours just to rest and that's very risky.

Shawn looks at me with worried eyes and jerks his chin towards his back and my eyes widen at the idea. I shake my head, not wanting to be a burden. I mean, he's probably tired, too but he just wants to look tough and all. Shawn rolls his eyes at me and walks near, bends his knees a little, and scoops me up bridal style. I blush at the action and hit his chest continuously, telling him to put me down.

"Put me down, Shawn August!" I shriek in embarrassment, trying to hide my face while still hitting his chest. He chuckles lightly and shakes his head playfully and I pout. "Okay, I'll get on your back! No need to be rude, you asshole."

"I've been told many times," his lips turn into a smug smirk, eyes glinting with evil. Great, a moment of teasing. Despite my protests, he's carrying me and he doesn't want to put me down. Every once in a while, my eyes would flick upon his face just to check if he's stress or tired but none. Every time I look at him, his face only shows a determined expression. I shamefully admit, I love the feel of his arms against my body. I love being in his arms. "You seem like you're enjoying this, are you enjoying my struggle?"

My smile turns into a frown and I push him harsh, and I fall out of his arms and on my butt but I quickly stand up and glare at him. He seems shocked to see the sudden change in me and I roll my eyes at him. Turning around and not looking back, I can still sense that he's still looking at me with a confused expression.

"I never asked you to carry me," I say to him coldly, looking at him over my shoulder with the best glare I can give. But sadly, my glare comes out soft and me looking like I'm very vulnerable. "I don't want to be a burden. I don't want you struggling. Let's just keep ourselves in place so we we wouldn't have to make not-so-good comments."

With my statement, I whip my head to the front and start walking. It irks me to see a person who would willingly comfort you in your worst times but in the end, they'd just basically tell you that you should be thankful and practically blame you because they suffered helping you. That's harsh in my part. Back in the town of Pisces, it's in our nature to help people without a feel to need to complain in the future, or tell you what they've done for you. What Shawn has said, it's not nice. Even if it's a joke or not. I don't care if he's teasing me or not. It hurt me. I guess his and I's world are just so different from each other.

"I'm sorry," he says in the most apologetic tone he can give. And by most, it sounds like he's having a hard time saying a simple sorry and doesn't want to admit that he's wrong. Nonetheless, it's still an apology. Not just that great, though. "What I said, it's crappy. I know. I shouldn't have said that. Just want to say, struggling is a basic term for us Aries. So... I hope you don't take this the wrong way but... we, Aries people, like to struggle since it's the best way to shape us up."

Sighing, I turn around and look at him straight in the eyes. "I'm sorry, too. I think I overreacted. I guess we're complete opposites, right?" Nodding my head yes whereas him shaking his head no, I roll my eyes at him and curse under my breath. I'm starting to think Beige or Cooper should be here with me and not with this hot moron. "Well, we better get going. We've been walking for hours and we have yet to find a source of food, and hopefully, we'd find them as soon as possible. We should always stick together."

"We're sticking together," he says with a smirk, wiggling his brows. "I think I made that clear last time, yeah? I'm stuck with you and you're stuck with me. Always."

"Not that type of sticking together, you dumb asshole," I say, trying to look mad again but can't keep myself from blushing. Shawn laughs at my attempt and I scowl at him, wanting to give him the bird but decide not to. If my mom were here, and she saw me flipping a person off, she's chop me off and castrate me somewhere dark and where evil lurks. "Like, like, a group!"

"If you say so, my dear," Shawn says in a gruff voice but still there's a playful tone lingering and I contain myself from hitting his head harsh. Her mother must have fallen when Shawn was in her womb. This guy's brain is totally damaged. "If you say so,"

I decide to ignore him for awhile as my head keeps whipping to left and right, trying to look hopefully for a food but gets disappointment instead. This place is really isolated and there are no trees or whatsoever useful here. Shawn must have sensed my disappointment because he rubs my back soothingly and I sigh against his touch, feeling his warm, calloused palms against the fabric of my shirt.

Shawn bends down a little and tips my face upward just a little, my eyes meeting his. He gives me a small, confident, full of assurance, smile and I smile automatically. He has this effect on me that I can't explain. We just met few weeks ago but it feels like I've known him all my life. Shawn jerks his chin in front, indicating that we should go on and I nod, acknowledging him. We both start to walk again through the endless isolated place.

I can't explain the feeling but there's inside me bubbling, a voice in my head telling me that we're near. Near to what? Near to the end of the Journey? What awaits us in the end? My questions will be answered soon. All I have to do is to keep my strength and prepare myself. My grandfather and father have traveled the Journey, and I want to find out what happened to them, what happened to the other Chosen Ones. What did Dad feel when he met the other Chosen Ones from other cities? I, myself, was pretty shocked when I had come face to face with the other Chosen Ones so I assume Dad was, too, as well as my grandfather. My father promised, grandfather, too, that he's coming back to us one day, but many years have passed and we haven't heard anything from him. Yet. As well as the other Chosen Ones.

As we walk, I can't help but to ask. "Shawn, why do you think our cities are apart?"

Shawn looks at me and shrugs. We don't have answers now, but we will have soon. "I don't know. But I think there's a great explanation as to why our cities are apart and not accessible from other towns. Back in Aries, everyone assumes that we're the ones living on this planet. But I thought wrong though, and they are thinking wrong. Everyone from back our home is thinking wrong. Why'd you ask?"

"I honestly don't know," I say honestly, looking away from him, still have the odd feeling lingering inside me. "But you know what's strange? I feel like everything has a purpose. The question is, what's the purpose of separating our cities? And remember the bridge? It looked like this world was once so accessible."

"Yeah, I know. I feel the same."

"Glad I'm not the only one who feels it,"

"Well, let's unravel the mystery of this world, shall we?" Shawn asks.

With that, I take his hand and nod at him, grinning from ear to ear as we start to run through the endless road.

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I know that I haven't been updating regularly and often, but let me tell you this, when I wasn't writing, I was thinking of making another story and yes, I convinced myself to write another story for you guys. I know some of you are expecting me to write a BOOK 5 for MR. SERIES, but I feel like I'll just leave that world for awhile and make a new world for us. And I want this so-called new world that I'm going to create to be awesome and cool and almost perfect. 

As usual and always, it's going to be perfect, and the story would be slightly cliche but the plot would be completely different. I swear. And when I was alone earlier, I decided to write the story as soon as possible because I'm afraid that I'd lose the confidence to write them. I have read a lot of stories here on Wattpad that have the same genre; Paranormal.

And if you're thinking what I'm thinking, then you're right; I'm making a story about werewolves! And no, it's not about Browdie or Browdie's pack or clan, this story will be completely different, I swear.

I'll publish the title of the story later. So, please, I hope you wait. Haha. Thank you!