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I was alerted when someone covered me with a leather jacket.

I'm not certain at the exact time I had been sleeping so I had to take a quick glimpse of his luxurious Patek Philippe black watch to confirm.

It was almost four hours.

I had the break of my life for an almost four hours.

I stared at Deither and this time I had no plans to tear my eyes first. I am ultimately confident because I know he'll only see empty orbs staring back at him. And even if he'll dig them deeper, he will discover nothing because even my insides have turned purely blank.

That is what I feel at this moment.

His green eyes really felt more captivating as you stare longer but I guess my gray ones encanted him this time because he tore his away first.

I remained lying on the floor for a second while he started his steps to walk away once again, unannounced.

I swiftly got on my feet and stride faster than him so I am the one who came out the door first, and had an almost impactful bump to a barred figure outside.

We both ignored and passed each other, impassive, and with different directions to head to. I am facing the exit while he faced the trail of rooms.

Deither walked behind me languidly with his usual silence I am used to. We were already at the parking lot when I made an abrupt halt to tell him something I think he deserves to hear.

I just feel like I had to voice out for her. Because she was not allowed a chance to.

I lifted my eyes on the moon and marveled at its mysterious beauty.

On how enticing and scheming it is this very time.

The wind blew the parts of my skin that the jacket didn't cover, for I didn't have the intention to wrap it around me like how it is supposed to.

The cold does not bother me anyway.

"I do not have any idea what's your reason behind all of these but I vouch to the moon you will regret it sooner."

I am fully aware that time will come where I'll be with lots of regrets on how I choose to live my life but,

"You will regret more than I."

I wasn't expecting him to answer and as expected he remained tight-lipped. I breathed silently for a moment too.

I manipulated Rex's car, and drove out with my left hand— on the way home.

I passed a familiar eerie street and reached a dim bungalow house that is located at the end of the street. I did my usual trespassing routine to enter the gate. Unannounced, I widely opened the door and saw... a home.

You know, home isn't always a place.

It can also be a lazily sitting machine gun man with huge slices of pizza in both of his hands and an alert dog ready to attack a thief with ears and tail pointed, sitting on the same sofa.

German stopped chewing on his mouthwatering cheesy pizza.

The dog bark in delight, with his tail restlessly moving as he run to reach me up when I became stuck in my position.

The dog stopped on his track as soon as he is a step away from me. He sat on the floor only to smile cutely at me, with his tongue out on the side. His brown fur looked so dainty, and his black nose? I just want to press my fingers into.

The desire to paint this remarkable creature in front of me rushed into my system.

Someday...

One day.

And I couldn't help but to reach and carry him in my arms immediately.

Man, the dog was heavy. Why do I feel like it doubled or tripled in weight with that small time span?

I embraced him tightly and he proceeded to dot his nose on my cheeks which made German laugh shortly as he supervise us.

I caress the dog on his ears one more time before I fully diverted my eyes on the sludgy German.

With a hopeful voice, I said, "Can I... sleep beside the two of you tonight?"

His eyes flickered with amusement. Perhaps because it is the first time I've vocally asked it after all the years he became a father to me.

Father...

German, with his pizza, grinned widely at me as an approval.

And that is when I realized I became heedless of the fact that I still have those little parts of my heart that weren't taken by the hole.

And now, it is beating a million heartbeats at the sight.

I guess I am still alive.

I am, no matter the hole, is still living life.

German walked towards me and joined the little hug party I started. His arms are effortlessly enough to cage us fully and I am not a bit frustrated to be caged like this.

To be in a cage of fervor and genuine solemnity I always long for. I suited myself in his embrace.

It was a long while of silence before he broke in.

"I bought a huge tent earlier. And my backyard is very ready to be filled tonight."

I didn't answer immediately. I thought of why he would buy a tent.

"Why would you buy such things anyway?" I said under, with a small voice.

He did a soft knock on my head. "It is useful for special occasions. Bonding with raw nature is fun. It is not a waste of money lady,"

His smile just faded a stretch when it darted on my right hand, then next to my eyes.

And I remembered that look. It was the same look he gave me years ago after he fired them bullets I couldn't count. While I was crying my heart out behind that car with my mother on my lap.

It was obviously not pity.

It is between obvious questions and absolute care.

That made me adjust back, and yes... he freed me. Willingly.

He'd always allow me.

"I'll just take a bath quickly, I'll be borrowing a shirt," I said, to escape the tension hiding beyond those small frowns.

He nodded at me silently and I saw how he acknowledge my cue when his lips stretch for another blissful smile.

"I'll be doing some barbeque," he inserted in and the dog bark to butt in.

German then robbed the dog on my hold. I also felt him fondle my hair gently before he turned his back towards the kitchen to prepare. I waited for them to disappear from my sight before I moved to bathe.