𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒. michael kaiser

3. Beautiful

You're a different kind of beautiful, the kind that makes me scared. The kind that takes my breath away and makes me act like I'm not there.

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She could still smell the faint sent of alcohol on his body. She wished he smelt like her instead. Smelt like the white roses she loved. They had always been her favorite flower. Originally, it was going to be a blue rose until she found out they didn't exist. She looked at him for a little longer. "If you were a rose, i think you'd be a blue rose." He didn't understand her theory, but he didn't deny it. He didn't deny anything she ever said.

"What's your favorite smell?" She asked him, but no answer. "I don't have one." He hadn't experienced enough of them to have one. "Want to go shopping?" He shook his head. "I have no money." He didn't show any feelings of regret. His face showing no signs of disappointment at it. He didn't show feelings, really, but she could tell. His eyes always bore into her. She could always tell that he was looking at her. She was okay with that. She was okay with his eyes staying glued unto her for the rest of their lives if he wished.

To her, his reason was stupid. "Money? I have enough for both of us, don't worry." He didn't understand. She had always been so kind for him that he still couldn't understand. He couldn't believe that she didn't want him to do anything in return. But her hand raised as it inched closer to him. For once, he didn't flinch. He didn't flinch because he knew those gentle hands would never cause him pain. Those healing fingers. She smiled at that. Her hand on his head. "Ah, you're so good, Michael." He liked it. Liked the way she let the words roll of her tongue. The way she clinged unto his name like she didn't want to let go.

He couldn't wait till they grew up. He couldn't wait until she could spend every waking moment by her side. He knew it was only a dream. A dream that was almost as beautiful as her to him. She grabbed his hand. "Do you want to go shopping?" She asked that question once again. A nod followed as a response. Slowly, she led the way. Although her presence was well kept, his wasn't. The store seemed expensive. She seemed expensive. The people knew her, but their suspicions rose at the sight of the boy. He was dishevelled in so many ways.

However, each nasty look sent from them received one from her. She looked at him with a sigh. She raised her hands up in a silencing motion. Her mother would hate this: hate him. She sprayed almost every masculine perfume she could find for him to test. "Wild rose." He stated. He must have found one he liked. She dragged him towards the stall in a rush. "I'd like to buy the wild rose, please." The cash slipping unto the desk before the cashier could even omit a reply. She slid the perfume into his palms. "Make sure to wear it next time. Oh, but don't let whoever did this to you find out. Our little secret, okay?"

Michael already knew that. Still, making a promise with her just made it feel better. He nodded. They walked out the store quietly. Usually, they would depart by now. However, she was nervous about sending him away. She knew of the problems it would cause. She wished she could help him. She wished she could do a little more for him. Just a little bit more, but for now, she had to be satisfied with this much. She couldn't get too greedy and lose everything thing she's worked so hard to build.

Strangely, Michael wanted to tell her everything. But he was so sure that telling her would be opening Pandora's box. She would know, but what problems would it cause? So many. So he kept quiet. In a way, he wasn't ready to open up about it. It's not as if he felt sensitive about it, he just didn't know how to feel. He didn't understand how he was affected, but he was. She was so determined to crack the code about him.

The idea of Nikita understanding him more than his own self didn't feel strange to him. Maybe it was just the presence she had on him. She was nauseated at the idea of. Anything happening to her boy again. Her beautiful boy. Even with the marks on his face, he still looked so pretty. So pretty that it was almost terrifying. So mesmerizingly enchanting to the eye. So perfect for such a boy. He was so perfect in her eyes.

"If anything happens, please just run to me. You can always run straight to me." He didn't respond. He trusted her, but he didn't know if he could rely on her. He knew she wanted him to, but he didn't know how to rely on someone. How to give someone such a strong hold on his heart. Sometimes, he wanders what his father feels when he hits. Is it just drunk thoughts? Maybe it's about how much he hates the child. He didn't know. But his father was showing emotions like a human. He wanted to know how to do it too. How to be so human.

He didnt idealize his father in any way. He couldn't. His father never called him that way. Never even called him by his name. Michael. She was the only who ever did. Only one who called his name so eagerly. She was so eager to be in his presence that it was unfathomable. Her kindness was what made her human. Would he be able to be human too? He didn't need rage to be human either. He just realized that. He didn't need to be angry or violent to be a person. Nikita was kind, gentle and the most human of all.

Nikita was a person. She treated him like a person. A person with so much worth. He stood inches away from his door. Hesitant to walk inside. Hesitant to ruin the body she held so dearly. But the world was cruel. The world may have hated him. Maybe it was doing it to humanize him. Make him feel sorrow, but it was failing. He didn't really know what an emotion was or when he felt it.

But he felt strongly about protecting what Nikita loved. So in a way, he wanted to protect himself. Because she adored him. Because he could tell. Tell by the way she never hardened her gaze. Always so soft when she looked at him. He wasn't sure how feelings worked, really. He didn't know. He knew this was all just a gut feeling. But still the hesitation lingered in his heart.

Still, he entered that hell.

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Chapter end

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