•Mixed Signals | Kamukoma

A bullet to the chest by that man and I have fallen. From what I remember, his touch was gentle, soothing, vividly reassuring even for someone like him. It was probably the first and last time someone has ever touched me like that..

I find it pleasuring to remember such an event in my life, if he didn't plunged that memory back in my brain then I wouldn't even be here kneeling before him at my own will. Serving him like a caretaker, worshipping him like a Servant.

A lot of things about him bewilders me, but one of the confusing things that stands out is his hospitality. Despite his strict boundaries and rather harsh words, he handles me with care like I'm something frail, which is a fact when I'm being compared to him.. But that does not give him a reason to treat me like something he treasures. Truly, it is very questionable on my part.