Purpose

Failed Commander (Roger 4)

It passed midnight. Danielle already slept peacefully in my embrace at her backyard. We were having sort of a 'deep-grown-up' kind of conversation where I just spilled everything in. Suprisingly, she understood. She was only seven, but she's an amazing little girl.

I carried her inside, tuck her in her bed, and saw her shivering. I realized that the weather was a little bit chilly tonight so I decided to join her in her bed. Then I tuck myself in and hug her make sure she's warm enough.

I starred at the ceiling. Recalling 3 months ago when we first met. She greeted me but I left her open arms. She smiled at me but I returned them with a frown. But then, I spilled my anger, thoughts, and regrets and she listened. I should be someone to rely on for her, as I am older than her by five years. But the fact is I am not even a mature person. I'm the one who is a kid here, not her.

I recall the conversation we had beforehand. She told me to try again. She encourage me, telling me not to give up. I've never been treated like that before. To be treated like I actually mean something. I've never felt so precious. I didn't have any friend. Danielle, she's sweet. Maybe this is something that I longed for so long. I can't say that my parents did love me that much, especially my dad. He's always the strict kind of father. Inflexible and demanding. He never encourage me to do something, all he ever do is told me to do things which is why sometimes what I do wasn't something I'm willing to do. He told me to do something because he wants me to do it, just like that. He never believe in me as everytime I fail, all I get was only punishments and bruises.

Danielle, she's the only one who believe in me by far. Even my army, Salamander, saw me as a disgusting man. She's the one who believes in me even when I don't believe in myself.

I shook off my thoughts and slowly drifting to sleep.