Like A Little Girl Who Fears Me

It was like he could save me from anything and for some reason, I wanted to be with him, not in his shade, but beside him as an equal. I admitted he was scary, but he did not hurt me and if I was right, he did not have any intention of hurting me either. 

He was right- in this world, the villain could be the saviour and perhaps, I could accept a villain as my saviour as well. 

As I glanced at him, I found him smiling at me. Did he read my bizarre thoughts again? But I decided not to care about it anymore and try to act normal, just like the way I would if he could not read my thoughts. 

There was no point in trying not to think about weird stuff anymore. No matter how hard I was going to try, I would end up thinking about them again. So it was better if I did not try, rather I should behave normally. It would be better for both me and him. 

"That's a good choice that you made," he said. 

"I know." 

"You're not afraid of me anymore then?"