fairy godfather

04

i sometimes still wonder why you treat me like a child, when i had proven it to you countless times that i can handle myself and the world and all violence in it.

is it because of how we first met?

i still clearly remember your first words to me. when i was about to kill myself.

and you stopped me.

"if you're gonna slash your wrist, do it in a straight line. you don't want to survive after this because, let me tell you, the interrogation is gonna be so fucking awkward and disappointing."

i was so lost for words. because there you were in the lake, the mysterious noah bishop, telling me how to properly cut my wrist. so i spoke without thinking. "you're trespassing into my safe place."

but instead you smirked and sat down beside me. you were sitting too close that i could smell your aftershave (vanilla) and cigarettes (peppermint). i found myself getting lost in it, in your blue eyes, in your smile that i didn't even react when you took the razor from me and slid it in your pocket.

the razor was pointless anyway when you were the most dangerous thing in there.