Carry Me

"Come on, walk faster," Dass commented.

"You walk slower."

"If you don't walk fast, then I will leave you behind."

Elena caught up with Das and glanced at him.

"What?" Das asked.

"This is what you said when we were going home for the first time."

"Come on. Why are you reminding me of that."

"I can't forget it. I can't forget how rude and cruel you were."

"I already apologized, didn't I?"

"Do something else too."

"Like?"

"Uh… maybe carry me?" 

"What?!"

"I am tired, and my legs are hurting. Carry me." Elena leaned on Das.

Das pondered for a while and said with a serious expression on his face, "Fine."

"Wha--" 

Das moved his hands to Elena's waist and picked her up. He used his other hand to carry her.

Elena had too many things she wanted to say, but currently, she was dying from embarrassment.