Wild Card

"You never know what you're gonna get with me. One day I could be overjoyed, ecstatic about life, and constantly smiling, forgetting all the troubles and worries in the world. The next; I'll cry my eyes out till there are no more tears to bare. All for an unknown reason stupid reasons. Like my fears of growing old and dying."

He was staring at me with eyes wide and his mouth agape just enough for his tongue to stick out and lick his lips, giving them shine under street light. He opened his mouth a bit further to speak but I put up a finger and spoke again;

"I'm not emotionally stable, heck I'm not stable, period. I can't control my thoughts or feelings. I'm not in control of my own body, do you know how fucked that is?" I paused, as if I was waiting for an answer, but then kept talking. "You wanna know the worst part tho?" I took in a breath and continued, "The worst.. the worst part is when I get so wrapped up in my thoughts, and I can't take it anymore; I start believing that I'm living a dream and one day, I'm going to wake up and my life, my reality.. my everything will be fake. I know I'm crazy, and no matter what I take, I'm not getting any better. And I can't, I mean I won't let who I am hurt the person you are. I'm sick, Harry. And there's no cure. I can't have you exposed to my toxic ways, you don't deserve any of this. So this.. this is goodbye."

At this point the tears were flowing down my cheeks and there was no stopping them. I turned around and took a step forward before my wrist was caught hold of by his hand. He turned me around and cupped my face. Drying my tears, his thumb ran over my bottom lip. I closed my eyes, and soon enough I felt his lips connect with mine. One had was still holding my face in place while the other snaked around my waist, pulling my close to him. I broke away and looked him in the eye.

"Harry, you don't understand, damnit! I'm a Wild Card!" I yelled.

"I'll take my chances." He spoke before connecting our lips again.