Healer {z.m}

"Truthfully, I can never guarantee that you won't get hurt,"

He is looking at me deep in the eyes.

"But what I can guarantee is that in the process of protecting yourself, you will also be preventing yourself from ever feeling fully loved."

Hearing me say those words, he looks like he might be thinking, with his eyes occasionally drifting to the piano.

I could feel his eyes almost slipping to my lips and my breath almost hitches for a moment. And there it was, the familiar fluttering in my chest. The same fluttering which I haven't experienced in so long.

"So that still doesn't explain your reason." I say, sighing.

I can't even think straight with his eyes leaning over at my lips. I can't help but notice his lips. They were chapped but also seemed soft. I wonder the taste of him against me.

But then, we shouldn't. We are wrong, it shouldn't happen.

In an instant, his fingertips were on my knuckles drawing patterns. "Well," he says breaking the heavy silence, "maybe I am afraid to love people because I don't believe anyone could ever really love me."

The way he says that, I can't help but feel my heart break a bit. He sounded like the loneliest saddest person at the moment.

And at that moment, I want to say that I did. But I doubt he would ever really believe me.

His fingertips were still on the back of my hand not letting go.

"Love means falling but you know what... I am so afraid of heights."

Healer: A healer is a person who heals people using natural powers rather than using medicines.

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