They stood in an alleyway together. She was looking up at him, yet not really looking with small watery eyes as if hoping for something or giving up hope, no one could tell which it was, except for the him, the one who stood across from her in the middle of the alleyway. He was looking at the ground with a slightly fallen look. And a few moments passed. The girl's face seemed to lose all but a spark of what was still in her eyes as she rushed to boy and wrapped her arms around him
As his shirt was drenched by her silently falling tears he wondered why. Why him? Could it be she truly loved him? Why did she go through life the way she did? Why? He thought and thought as several revelations fell with her tears. He couldn't let her go wild for fear someone would take advantage of that and hurt her, or let her sit there and be ordinary for he knew that wouldn't help keep her safe, and yet as he always seemed to take care of her the one moment, this moment, he was the one he should've protect her from. It was him whom had hurt her. Every minute since he first said something to her, her love for him started and grew. Her heart breaking little by little, bit by bit. She started losing hope. He could save her from despair and keep her from destroying the world, but his brain wouldn't give in to the thought that love wasn't just a feeling on whim.
