God. I don’t think I can do this. I’m tempted to grab him and run away from here. I want to protect him. Actually, I wanted to protect him since that first time I laid eyes on him. I walk towards him on unsteady legs and wrap my arms around his waist from behind. His warmth seeps straight to my shrivelling heart. I rest my cheek on his tense back, the back full of welts and scars. The strong, strong back that never bowed down.
