Are you there?

I can hear your steady heartbeat, but cannot see you,

If this is destiny,

Why not another path?

If I can chose which way to go,

Why did I go this way?

Falling in love was not my personal choice,

It just sorta...happened...

The night, fifth of November,

Delicate fireworks jumping up, ecstatically, into the sky,

The lights dancing round the scene,

Why was the night so perfect?

You came over, introduced yourself to me,

"Hey, my name's TinTin…"

I covered my eyes and muttered my name,

"Selena…"

Why was this so hard?

My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest,

You just stood by me, watching the way we met,

The fireworks,

It seemed destined we were never meant to meet,

Yet somehow we did.

Then that night came,

The night that scared me,

The remains of an old port,

The laughter echoing in my ear,

The promise of a slit throat,

Broken legs and arms,

No promise of safety,

Left for dead,

Your silhouette in the door,

Brings tears to my eyes,

And I never cry,

At least,

Not often,

Your voice shouting stop,

The two men running, bewildered yet scared,

And you, still in the doorway,

My hero,

My knight in shining armour,

Back to Marlinspike,

Thank God,

Knees pulled to my chest,

My head filled with insane worries,

Are you okay?

What're you doing?

Why did you help me?

W-Why were you there at the time?

Is this all a trick?

Do my eyes deceive me?

You come back in,

Cut and bruised,

It's my fault,

My entire fault,

You didn't need to protect me,

Yet you did,

Why?

One word spins like a top in my head,

Why?

Why?

Why?

A saviour is one who helps another,

Out of the goodness in their hearts,

Where does that kindness come from?

Does it stay there forever?

I patch you up,

Make you better,

Thank you for saving me,

Do you realise what you're doing to me?

I don't care if you do or not,

But it would be nice to see how you feel,

TinTin, meaning to go without,

Without what?

Love?

It's confusing,

To see your smiling face,

Caring yet worried at the same time,

When you worry,

It makes me worry,

And when I worry,

Well…You get the idea…

Blood on my hands,

Washing them off in the basin,

You come over,

Lean on the counter,

I try to ignore you,

My blush is already forming,

You come closer,

I edge away,

My hand slips and I fall,

Head first onto the floor,

Rub my head,

Soap running through my hair,

We both laugh and we look up at each other,

We look….

Like friends,

Are we so?

Friends?

You reach out a hand,

I grasp it and you pull me up,

Our hands soapy with washing up liquid,

It is a shock to me,

That my heart is not beating so fast anymore,

I am more relaxed,

Am I kidding myself?

More relaxed?

No way,

Then late at night,

A crash and I can hear my scream resounding through the manor,

They're back!

What do I do?

I cry out as one slaps me,

No blush but a red mark,

Can anyone here me?

"TinTin!" I scream,

Please listen to me,

Please hear me,

They grab at my arms,

Smashing them against the wall,

I can see the crimson fluid,

Drenching my arm,

Are you coming?

My prayers are answered,

The doors swing open,

You stand there,

Angry as hell,

I can't say anything,

My throat hurts from screaming,

You kick them,

Do what you can to them,

Before they run away,

Tails between their legs,

You come over,

Your scent is so foreign,

Somehow I'm so used to it,

W-What do I do?

I remember how this started,

With Fireworks…