"no, i'm alright. i think i'm coming down with a fever anyway," you lied. truth was: you had to hide the scars.
                          
	"are you going to be fine? do you want to go back to rest or—?"
                          
	"i'm fine." you shook your head.
                          
	"fine. but if you feel unwell i'm taking you home immediately."
                          
	he started driving then, and you arrived in twenty minutes.
                          
	a ferris wheel was located in the middle of it all, booths of games and food littered the place, a few rides were located near the entrance.
                          
	"looks fun," you said.
                          
	dick nodded. "c'mon, we're gonna play some games!"
                          
	he took your hand and you blushed. no, you told yourself, he doesn't like me back. he's just doing this so he can lead me through the crowds easily and not lose me . . .
                          
	you cleared your head just when you reached the first game station: darts. balloons. your aiming sucked.
                          
	he paid the woman, and got two cups of darts. 
                          
	"dick. you know my aiming sucks," you whined.
                          
	"exactly." he grinned at you, pushing the cup into your hands. 
                          
	you took it from him, knowing he wouldn't let you not take it.
                          
	
                          
***
                          
"your hands are cold."
                          
	"w-what?" you looked up at dick, face clouded with confusion.
                          
	"i can tell. you keep rubbing them together."
                          
	your hands were indeed cold, despite the humidity.
                          
	he took them in his, and placed them on his cheeks. 
                          
	"d-dick?!" you cried, startled at his actions. your face heated up and your heart pounded rapidly. his skin was as smooth and soft as they looked — you loved it.
                          
	"are they warm now?" his breath blew on your face. it smelt like mints, you noted.
                          
	blushing, you nodded hesitantly.
                          
	and then the worst thing happened.
                          
	your sleeve started slipping
                          
	it all seemed to happen in slow motion. it slipped, your eyes widened, dick removing a hand to put it back up——
                          
	"[Y/N], w—what?"
                          
	you lowered your head, tears pooling your eyes.
                          
	his fingers lightly grazed the scars. you winced a little when his fingers touched the recent ones.
                          
	"this . . . it was recent, wasn't it?"
                          
	you kept quiet, saying nothing.
                          
	a finger gently lifted your head up, and you met dick's piercing blue eyes.
                          
	". . .why?"
                          
	the question was simple, so simple, yet you couldn't bring yourself to answer it. you just shook your head. he got the hint that you didn't want to talk about it.
                          
	"[Y/N] . . . whatever's happening, i'm so, so sorry you have to go through it —"
                          
	"it's not your fault."
                          
	" —but i swear, i'm going to make you feel better."
                          
	"how?" your question was also so simple. yet, he didn't answer it. 
                          
	of course he didn't. it wasn't like he actually cared or wanted to help—
                          
	a small gasp slipped past your lips when you felt something — someone else's lips — pushing against your. 
                          
	dick was kissing you. 
                          
	
                          
	he was fucking kissing you. 
                          
	if this was his definition of making you feel better, you sure feel better already. 
                          
	he pulled back, looking into your eyes. "better?"
                          
	you smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head against his chest. 
                          
	"much."
                          
	i might have lost someone, but now i've found someone else. 
                          
	his heart beats sounded so reassuring and comforting. you knew, right at that moment, that if you had dick, and as long as his hearts still beating, 
                          
you'd be alright.