In no way will she ever be hurt again (on the inside or outside she's be in tip-top shape) not while I'm here, living, breathing, and almost thinking, not while I'm here to protect her body and soul.
(not one single hand will be able to touch her again, not while I'm here being her one and only protector, because in this state she can't do that for herself)
"Goodnight, Victor."
Like Echo, the one that stands out (and I recall that being a bad, bad thing), I remember things, small things but still I remember.
I remember her (and those lovely eyes smiling back at me) and that's all that matters right now (her safety, Sierra).
"Goodnight Sierra, sleep tight."
It's always little things (not the kiss that that is still lingering on my lips), I remember to say goodnight each and every night, I remember not to touch her (for a reason unknown) but most of all I remember my love for my sleeping beauty.
And it's about time that I kiss those lips and wake the both of us up, about damn time.