The Attack

The ceiling stared down at my gape eyes. It had been an hour since I laid on the bed with the purpose of dozing off. However, my mind trapped me to keep awake. Lanzo's statements that he would always be on my side stunned as well as terrified me. His kindness mesmerized me but sometimes he didn't look like what he really was. The mysteries camouflaged him. That doubted me to put my trust in him.

His last sentence before going to bed disturbed me, really. How could he say that to me? How would he always be by my side? Who was I to him? Did I matter to his life? I tried to wipe this question out, but I failed : did he like me?

"No," my mouth took over; my hand instantly covered it when my brain managed to figure it out that I just yelled for the stupid thought.

He wouldn't like me or any other girls; that was what he had ever conveyed. A love might not live in his cold heart. But, was it really cold? Was it true that there wasn't any warm space in his heart for affection to grow?

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