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The waning moon was visible in the night sky. Zack was next to a vending machine, the same one that was being kicked by the drink that had been delivered to him and that he had in his hand. Waiting for the error to give him free drinks. (That's why the kicks)
In the midst of the kicks he was giving the machine, Ray's voice sounds in the desolate street. "Zack?"
"What's up?" he questions without looking at her. "Weren't you going to come back first?"
She doesn't answer, the girl keeps staring fixedly at that can; it wasn't soda or any other carbonated liquid, it was beer; a liquid that contained alcohol.
And that's why Ray, instinctively, takes steps backwards. The young man -out of the corner of his eye- notices her retreat and turns his face, taking steps forward, when he notices that she doesn't look like usual.
"Ray?" he calls, seeing her with that expression; it was fear. "Are you okay?" he asks puzzled, because she is not the type to look at him like that. No.
She keeps backing up. Her gaze fixed on Zack, but she's no longer seeing him.
She takes another step back; her face looked blue.
"Don't come near me," she pleads, seeing the individual approaching."No, no, no..."
She begins to repeat multiple times, her head moving frantically to both sides.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he questions without understanding at all what was happening. What was happening to her. She was acting like a lunatic, as if a screw had come loose.
And with every damn second he was getting more and more worried, not knowing what was wrong with Ray, and trying to find out. Zack kept trying to get closer. But she, like a scared cat, retreated at the slightest movement.
Damn it!
He didn't want her to go. He wouldn't let her.
"What, are you afraid of me?" he asks angrily. "Why the hell are you running away?"
It was as if she was trying to escape, as if she wanted to get as far away as possible.
The young woman doesn't answer, she keeps taking steps back.
"Quit all that bullshit!" he exclaims.
Ray jumps and with an even greater trembling in her limbs, turns around ready to run. Stopping a second later when her face sees the wall in front of her. She was trapped!
Unable to find an escape, she squats down, hugging her knees.
"This makes no fucking sense!" he refutes, not understanding Ray's behavior."Quit the drugs!"
And he gave her a light hit on the head.
She seemed to react with that slight blow, she looks up and finds Zack's heterochromatic eyes.
She called him by his name.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
And Ray looks back at the problem, slightly raising her arm, she points to it. Points to the beer can that Zack still has in his possession.
"Beer," she murmurs very softly.
Zack remains static. Finally understanding.
"Ugh, I'm such an idiot!" he exclaims, briefly closing his eyes. It had slipped his mind! Damn it! Ray's father was an alcoholic, becoming aggressive every time he drank. But, damn it, he wasn't.
Immediately, he forcefully throws the can, crashing it against a wall, the foamy liquid splashing everywhere.
"I haven't even tasted a drop of that shit of a drink, Ray," he spits."The vending machine gave it to me by mistake," he adds. "I won't try it now or in a million years," she doesn't answer, she just keeps looking at him. "Hey! Do you still have doubts?"
She couldn't speak. Zack, unable to bear her distrust, crouched down to her level and, gripping her shoulders firmly, pulled her towards him and joined his lips with her cold ones.
The contact lasts a few seconds, where the mouth opens and they savor each other.
"My mouth doesn't taste of alcohol," he argues as he pulls away, remaining inches from her face. "And..." hugging her protectively against his chest, he adds. "I don't smell of alcohol."
Remaining like this for quite some time, surrounding her with his arms, intending to stay there in that way. Until Ray stops trembling and Zack can stop feeling that fear that settled in his chest when he saw her back away. Yes, he feared she might leave him.