After I was finished with the photocopying I left. When I opened the door to leave Dante was standing outside the door. "Dante?!" "You said I could walk you home," he said smiling at me. I sighed. I didn't think he'd take me seriously. "Fine. But... please don't try anything," I said quietly. He smiled. "No. I wouldn't think of it." I blushed. "Good..." I said looking away from him. As we walked along the sidewalk I lagged behind at least two meters. He abruptly stopped and my sudden instinct was to stop too. He looked at me as I did so and he sighed and turned away from me. "Sorry..." I whispered so only I could hear myself. "Armeria... you don't have to be scared of me," he said quietly. "I'm not going to do anything to you, I swear it." I wanted to believe him. But I was just to terrified of the "if" in this sort of situation. I felt something wet drip on my cheek. Rain. "It's raining," he said. I looked up to see little droplets falling and I frowned. We were three quarters of the way there but around fifteen more minutes. "There! There's a telephone booth just over there!" he said. He took my arm and dragged me over there. "No! Stop it! Let go!" I said. Oh no! He doesn't think that both of us will fit in there! We'd be too close! I can't do that! No... don't do this to me... please. "DON'T!!" I screamed as he opened the door. He then closed it behind me and my eyes widened. "Wow... it's really pouring out," he said from the other side. His hair and clothes were getting wet and he seemed cold. He had known... he knew I would be scared if both of us were in the the booth. "You okay, Armeria?" he asked. I felt like crying. Was he really this nice? Had I been wrong? "Dante..." "Hmm? Yeah?" I took a deep breath and I sighed. I closed my eyes shut and placed my hands on the door. "You... can come in if you want..." I said quietly. He turned around and faced me. His face shocked and happy. He gently opened the door and came inside. His clothes were wet and we stood so our backs were against each other. Although his back was wet... it was warm... To tell the truth... At that moment... I really wanted to hold him...
I just started reading this one and I love it! Also the story sounds kinda like that one manga I read but instead of being raped, the girl had a phobia (or something) of boys
"Hey... it's stooped raining... We can go now," he said smiling back at me. "But it might start raining again." "I don't mind walking in a bit of rain..." I said quietly. "Oh. Well then, let's go." He quickly opened the door and went out and stretched. "Ahh... it was kind of stuffy in there... and kind of warm too..." he said in a low whisper. I blushed. Oh he was definitely trying to get on my nerves... or many not... what ever he was trying to accomplish was working on so many levels. What I was feeling sent chills up my spine and made me want to... reach out and hug him... He turned around and came over to me. "Don't hate me..." he whispered. "Wh-what?" I said. Before I knew it he grabbed me and pulled me to him in a tight embrace. "I love you so much! It hurts when I'm that close to you and not being able to do anything! I'm sorry... I couldn't hold it back. I want to hold you like this all the time! I'm just so in love with you!" My heart began to race. And when it did my eyes widened and I felt myself become scared. "I..." he began. "S-Stop!" I cried. I roughly pushed him away. I looked at him with hate in my eyes. "You promised you wouldn't do anything to me! You broke that promise! I thought I could trust you but I was wrong!" I shouted and I quickly turned and ran away. "Armeria!" he shouted. I ran and kept on running. I was just outside my yard when I felt him grab my hand and pin me against a fence. "Please... don't run. I'm not like that guy! Don't treat me like him!" he shouted. My eyes widened. Was he really that hurt. Was I really hurting him this bad since the beginning?! His eyes were red as if he were going to cry. I clenched my teeth. "S-stop it... you... I'm scared of you," I whispered. He looked at me with a hurt expression before releasing me and backing away. "I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you then..." he said and he turned to leave. I watched him go... my heart aching. Why did it hurt to see him go and to look that sad. Why did I want to cry and why was I feeling this way?! How come his existence made me want to keep living on. Why him?!