“I’m no hero, Dewdrop.” “I know,” she says it so certainly. And she does, she knows me. Standing here, I suddenly feel naked. Exposed. I’ve never felt such vulnerability before, and I’m suddenly fighting the intense urge to end this. Lexie knows me, she sees me like I’ve never been seen before. It opens me to weakness. I should see her as a liability, but I can’t help but long for her attention. I fucking yearn for her.
