I apologize because it's my first time writing in english, I'm open for your corrections and suggestions.
1. Threshold
While my body trembles I am trying to escape, the darkness in the room blends itself with pieces of a future that hits my mind, even if it has been like this since I can remember there's no way I can get used to this fear. Even if my mind is full of belief, the uncertainty consumes me during this time, I just want to wake up. I feel your hand on my forehead, like a bridge between my dreams and the real world, tender caresses with rough fingers of a man that in his entire life had only loved the sword; even if your voice is distant while you leisurely call my name, the warmth of your skin is enough for the delusions to start dissipating, now I can feel my body, I feel the cold in my feet, and the comfortable sensation of my back resting on the covers of our bed, I can feel that my throat hurts a little, yet I can't regain control over my eyelids. As if this was some kind of fairy tale, I feel your breath getting closer to my face and your lips touching mine in that gentle way as you usually do it, and yes, just like this was some kind of fairy tale, you manage to break the spell, and slowly I can open my eyes, just to find yours, gray ones that smile just for me.
2. Height
Once in a while, as she walked beside her bodyguard and after making sure he wasn't looking at her, Haruka moved her head to one side and tried to measure how much she had grown in relation to Mamoru's height, and with that, she was also able to measure how much she still needed to grow to reach the stature she had in the vision of her marriage with the samurai.
3. Stronger
Because if Mamoru-san died I wouldn't be able to keep living either.
Mamoru hadn't thought his little charge's resolution when she said those words was real until he saw a fifteen-years-old Haruka grabbing a sniper for his neck just to save him, although her hands had been injured with the sniper's knife. Her calm face, the scent of her blood all over the place, the samurai observed the scene before running to her aid, she had definitely grown up.
4. Blood
I would never say that I hate the smell of blood, since that's the recurrent smell that accompanies the person I trust the most.
5. Graze
Even though she always whines about every little injury on my body, it wasn't until she collapsed in the floor that I realized that the smell of blood came from her and not from the enemies. A straight bullet grazed her, but she didn't even allow herself to react until we ended our mission.
6. Pure bliss
Mamoru discovered the meaning of true love the day he tasted the content of a jar that Igawa brought to Haruka and that she called Nutella.