At the park

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Title: At the park


They were at the park, lying on the grass and watching the wind move the leaves. She didn't want to talk about the exchange, not now. That was one of those perfect moments when they didn't need to fill the silence. They were comfortable enough with each other to remain quiet for long periods, just smiling, like they shared some private joke.

But of course, he had to destroy the moment.

"When are you going?"

"Saturday."

"This saturday? After tomorrow?"  She nodded. "How long?"



"One year. Maybe more."

"Hm, I thought exchanges were shorter..."

"It'll depend. It's longer if things go well, I think."

He nodded again, but remained silent. Arya didn't want to ask, the answer wouldn't change anything and the question was stupid! But, hell, she needed to know.

"Do you want me to go?"

He considered the question. "It's a great opportunity."

"This doesn't answer my question."

"Have you made up your mind?" She nodded. "No matter what I say, you won't change your decision?"

"No."

"Okay. I don't want you to go. I'm selfish, I... I don't want you to stay away." And that was the least pathetic way he found to put it. When he found out she got selected to an exchange program, he got extremely happy for her. He was still happy, but she was part of him, of his life. She was the best part. The only thing between him and the darkness and solitude of Baratheon Manor. He didn't want to imagine how his life would be without her. "But at the same time, I know how good this will be for you. So I want you to go... What I don't want is to be apart from you."

She sat on the grass, eyes piercing his. "What if I tell you I'm not going anymore?"

He sat in front of her, his hands close to hers. "I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you to the plane myself."

She smiled.

"Want to sleep in my place?"

"Yes."

"Don't bring that yellow thing!"

"I know you like the Stag.", he replied, smiling.

"Stag? You gave that a name? My God, Gendry...", she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"What? I like that hoodie."

"That's because you're stupid!" She pushed him to the ground and tried to get up to run, but he grabbed her ankle. They wrestled like kids for a moment, before Gendry finally manage to pinned her down witrh his own body and catch both of her hands in his. She was conscious of his body pressing hers, their faces close to each other and she knew what people would think. She knew that have him pratically lying on top of her should feel wrong, since they were just friends. But no. Nothing felt wrong. If anything, she felt... warm. Yes, that was it. Gendry was warm. Gendry made her feel warm. She would miss him more than anyone.

He pulled something out of her hair. "Grass."

"I'll miss you." She blurted out, before she could control herself.

"I'll miss you too."

They had been close like this before. She could see a lot of things in his eyes and some of them, she didn't understand. Arya wondered if her eyes were showing something too. Maybe some kind of... warmth?

Gendry blinked and got up, handing out a hand to her and helping her to stand.

"What time you want me to come to your place?"

"Same time as always."

He smiled and picked their backpacks from the ground. Arya pulled hers, before he could think of offering to carry it for her. They walked out of the park in silence. He was still holding her hand and she didn't pull away, so they remained like that.