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" How about we help each other?" He says and I look up at him, eyes still wet from the tears streaming down my cheeks, heart freshly broken from the public humiliation and betrayal that was Lucas's breakup. I can faintly make out the first droppings of snow floating magically under the light of the street lamps. It's that time of the year, a time for wool coats, a time for relaxing, none of which I'll be doing. "I'm an orphan with a wicked aunt and a boyfriend who left her because she has nothing to her name, how could I possibly help you?" I say another sob escaping my lips. "Marry me" he replies and my eyes widen in anger. Is he mocking me?. I look into the eyes of this stranger and see he's dead serious. "I need a wife, you need a home, marry me and you'll have all you want". I nod.

A Snowy Marriage (A Christmas agreement)

I feel something change in the atmosphere now. I feel something change in the atmosphere and almost like I know it, I simply move swiftly to the side and I bend down.

I bend my back down just in time to see someone standing behind me, well the person is not standing behind me as much as he is standing farther back and i wonder how someone is having an arrow and bow with them at this sort of an event.

I wonder how someone is randomly shooting out arrows in such a place like this. I mean the number of people here, someone is definitely bound to get hurt, someone is definitely bound to get hurt but yet this guy does not look like he cares.

I recognise what's happened now, I recognise what the push of air that I felt the moment I bent down was. It was an arrow.

I cannot tell you how weak my knees felt at this. I cannot tell you how weak I simply went in the knees at the fact that an Arrow just flew past my back.

It has just whooshed by the place where I was standing just a moment ago. I realised that an audible hush has descended on the crowd, an audible us which makes everywhere eerily silent, this is not the first time this is happening, this is not the second time this is happening, this is not the only time in which the audience has practically been shocked up to the point that they do not even find their voice to scream anymore.

I mean someone is shooting arrows, someone is shooting real life arrows in this place and no one seems bothered about it.

No one seems concerned about it in the least and this makes me feel worried. I realise now what the silence is for, I realise now what the silence is for because the moment I stand back up, the moment I stand up back and turn to see the person who was aiming an arrow my way, I catch something.

I catch something before I am even able to turn.

Adrian's face look like it as storm clouds all over it, no sorry, that isn't a good enough description. His face looks like, it looks changed, it looks almost like he isn't the Adrian that I know, there is a coldness that has embedded itself into its features, there's a coldness and aloofness, and the obvious personification of murderous that is on his face.

I wonder where that Arrow had gone into earlier, and I argue at turning my head back abruptly and trying to see if it had sunk into Adrian's skin. Or standing like this.

I am totally undecided at this point, I'm undecided as to whether I am to look out for my own life because me simply giving this person my back again is enough for them to shoot me one more time, but yet I have to be sure about him. I have to be sure if Adrian is not dead already.

Chapter 160