she was hopelessly innocent, an angel in modern times.
he would watch her, the way she floated down streets and bubbled about.
she was loosely attainable, painfully vulnerable.
he almost wanted to save her, but another part of him, the overcoming part, wanted to show her exactly what she needed to be saved from.
he couldn't decide what to be for her, for this strange little girl.
he wanted to be her protector, her saving grace.
the bad part of him, though, wanted to tear her to a million pieces and show her why it's scary to be innocent in this day and age.
they didn't make them like her anymore, he always thought.
so pure, so angelic, so flowing and full of something he could not place.
he wanted to watch the life leave her lovely little untouched body.
he'd never tell, though.
