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22: Part 2

"Asthma?" I whispered, and then grabbed him. "You never told!" I sounded scared, but worried. "Are you okay?" I whispered, and then rubbed his back gently, which seemed to help him a little.
Dylan stopped coughing, and then sat up to look at me. "I'm fine," He croaked out. "Don't worry about me. I'm not a serious patient of asthma," He puffed out air, and then took more freshness in.
I looked at him, feeling helplessly guilty for making him run all the way here into a green forest. "I'm so so sorry," My body immediately met his, and we sat in silence, in each other's embracement, calmly and quietly.
"I told you, I'm alright," His voice was so tender, so gentle; there wasn't a slightest hint that he was angry at me. "I'm fine," He sounded more alarm and alert now.
I shook my head and soon the tears started to spill. "You're not alright," I whispered. "I made you run all the way here," I paused. "And I ignored you and reacted stupid when you kissed me and.." I hushed my words. I didn't want to ramble on.
Dylan noticed my fade in words, and spoke up. "Its okay," He sighed. "I know what girls are like," He smiled and the end of his last few words.
I raised my eyebrow. "Because you're secretly a girl in disguise," I started to laugh, and then soft lips felt mine.
"No, silly," He chuckled. "I have a little sister," He paused, and cupped his palm around my face. "And she's just like you," Dylan laughed. "Stubborn, acts stupid, but I love her,"
"You have a sister," I asked, suddenly seeming a bit curious.
Dylan snickered lightly, and then bit his lip. "Yes, she is just like you," He paused, and then leaned in to kiss my forehead.
I could feel his chest, as he leaned in, and then a loud heartbeat.
I smiled, and looked down, hoping he wouldn't see my red face. It was dark, he surely couldn't see it. I mean..I couldn't see his face, all I could see were his white teeth and those wild olive green eyes, that were ever so yellow right now.
Deep royal gold and light peppermint green was the colour of his eyes right now, beautiful. He looked gorgeous and dark and handsome, remarkably dashing, even in his jeans and blue shirt.
Well they do say that 'Nature's first green spring is gold' Those were the words to describe his eyes at this moment.
He glistened his white teeth again under the alien white moonlight, that was shining off our faces, bouncing off in all directions.
I bit my lip lightly, hesitating and then stood up from the soil ground. "We should get home," I whispered, and then shut my eyes while looking at the floor.
Dylan stared at me, blankly. "If only you could tell me where we are?" He started to look at his surroundings, puzzled and lost in this unknown environment.
I followed his eyes and vacantly looked around to absorb the atmosphere. "I don't know," I whispered, unable to make out words.
My house was extremely close to this forest. Nick had always told me to never ever come here; why didn't I ever listen to him. I miss his guidance, and I can't even follow his path, because he is dead.
I wasn't thinking, I was just running, and that's how I ran into this jungle-like place.
It was cold. I huddled myself, and took a seat next to the large tree; there were thick and twisting mis-shaped trees, whistling violently, as the grey smoky clouds swept across the sky. Black toadstools and a bitter feeling in the atmosphere, along with the eerie whispers, repeating the same words: 'Turn back, Turn back, or else...'
I gulped, wondering if Dylan could hear these strange voices. But I don't think he did; he was too busy pacing around, trying to figure out how to get out of this place.
There was a strange, never-before-experienced cooling chill in the setting, which made me think twice about this place.
Hey, wait, maybe it might not be that bad? As long as I'm here with Dylan, I'll be alright. Won't I?
"Get up!" There was a grumble. I looked up to see darkness, and then moon reflected from the small spaces, between the trees, and a blue supernatural light hit his face. He still looked gorgeous. He was beautiful. Any girl would be crazy for him, the minute she saw him. But why did it take me that long to see his beauty; from the outside and the inside.
I got up, silently from the floor, again and then faced his body, which was only a little visible.
There was a scratch on his arm's sleeve, and there a little amount of blood pouring from it. I stared at it. Feeling even more guilty about making him run into this forest. "I'm sorry-" My voice was cut of with his words.
"I told you, it doesn't matter," Dylan paused. "What matters is that we've come too deep into this jungle, We need to get out," There was hesitation in his voice. "Its dark, and this is an old jungle, which people hardly go through," He paused again and gulped. "That means there could be animals,"
I wanted to gasp, but kept it inside me, so I didn't look stupid. It's a jungle. What do you expect?
"We're gonna have to get out of here, in the dark," He stopped, and took my hand. "Quietly and safely," And then he widened his eyes. "Do.not. and I repeat, do not leave my sight,"
I nodded, but silly me can't listen to what people say.
And did exactly what I was told not to do.

I'm so sorry for not writing in a while, guys ):
I was going to post this yesterday, but then thought I could post this part 1 and part 2 at the same time. Because Witty doesn't allow more than 8192 characters :'\
Sorry(: