Christmas to Spend Alone

7

I whirled around on him only to find he was right in front of my face, "How could you poss-"

He extended his metal hand to me, and took my hand. "I'm different. Weird. Genetically not right. And I'm obscenely old," he added with a small laugh. I couldn't help but smile, I did not pull my hand away.

But my skepticism began to creep back in again. "Why do you want to help me,"

"You seem like you need it. You need a friend,"

I started at him for a very long time. "What?" He finally blurted out.

"I'm trying to figure out if you're trying to manipulate me,"

"I'm not,"

"How do I know that?"

"You don't. It's called trust (y/n)."

"I don't know how to trust. I don't trust anyone,"

"Trust me. Let me be the first. I will show you how to trust. You need a friend. I don't think you've ever had one,"

"No, I haven't,"

"20 something years late, is better than never,"

(Sorry this one is very short... I'm out of ideas... And I don't want it to be romancey.... Because... Idk)