Y/N gets more than she bargained for when getting to know the mystery creature that's been living in her shop silently for the past few years. She never would've imagined the sort of adventure he would lead her to, nor did she expected to be close w...
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My eyes burned with exhaustion while I looked at him, my vision still a bit fuzzy around the edges. They were so full of emotions as well, enough to bring tears to my eyes, which only made my sight worsen. The brief silence between us made my chest hammer and my cheeks warm with embarrassment as I looked down. I just... want to understand. Why is he here? Why does he go so far for me?
I hardly comprehended what was happening to those men who attacked me, so caught up in trying to contain my panic, but I heard their screams through my fingers. There was a brewing ache in my gut as I recalled the similar situation with that awful, pink-haired girl. Truthfully, it somewhat terrified me filling in the blanks, but knowing it was all to protect me made me feel conflicted. His promises from moments ago sounded so sincere, and he had the actions to back it up. Phil wants to protect me. Why?
Even if I already knew the answer, I wanted to hear him say it. That kiss. It had confirmed everything we had been dancing around, yet a part of me wanted to question it. The doubts were there because I hardly understood him. He takes care of me, he's been nothing but nice, always shows interest when I'm talking, saved my life several times and made me happy when everything else came crashing down, but there are so many secrets with him. I could never tell what he was truly thinking.
Besides, what could he possibly see in me? What could I possibly give to him to repay him for all those things? He doesn't need protecting. He can handle himself, clearly. I doubt I'd ever be able to save him from crumbling disaster. All I felt I was good for was putting a smile on his face on occasion, but I had to have frustrated him plenty as well. Always getting into trouble, always prodding to get more information out of him that he wasn't willing to give. I'm always sick. I'm always weak. There is nothing special about me. I'm just... I'm... Bad luck. That's all I am. That's all I'll ever be, so why does he care about me?
I can't even be away from him for a minute without getting myself into some kind of situation. Isn't he tired of it? Isn't he tired of me? The silence grew thicker with tension as I thought these things. Phil's gaze weighed upon me like a ton of bricks. I could not escape it. Nothing... Of course he would say nothing. Why won't you say something?! Anything! I choked on a sob, clenching my teeth hard enough to make it hurt.
"Forget it," I hissed, hiding my face against the pillows, wishing he would leave and let me scream my lungs out in peace. My breath hitched when I thought of him someday getting fed up with me, with all this. I let out a shaky sigh and sniffled, speaking again with a softer voice. "Sorry, you don't have to answer. I know you hate when I pry."
