episode-3,continues..

my spirit to eat was gone,those orange n white curtains n d macha was loathsome,i missed my stars n d open wind n sky,n he was there with a plain face,still d same cold presence..we started walking back n i held his hand,lit a fag,n started talking,n finally took a cab n found myself suprisingly in his arms,i ws ashtonished with d contrary of d situation,his biceps were comforting yet so unfriendly touch,like that of a stranger,n there ws a repultion in me,bt stil a craving 4 his presence in my heart