He was always so persistent. Reddish hair with a river or purple streaked through the front framing a pair of obnoxiously large rimmed glasses perched upon his nose. He sickens you, in a good way almost to say. You hated his guts but loved him with any and all parts of your heart. You would shove him away and ignore or even snap at him for his advances. When he found you, it annoyed you. But now you started to wonder. Does it really annoy you, or is it an act? Are his glasses obnoxious or do you like them? Do you really hate his scarf or do you want to share its length with yourself while you two watch rain fall through a window or snow fall Peacefully while by a fire? You weren't sure anymore and thinking on it to long gave you a headache. What did he see in you anyway. You were short. Your hair looked white, your eyes were red like blood and you always looked tired because the deep dark bags that took home on your pale face never seemed to want to leave. Right now…you really wondered that. You wished he would find you, take you in, hug you close and whisper sweet nothings into your hair. Your hair that was clinging to your face from the rain. Your body that was shivering and limp in the cold grass. You couldn't move because everything hurt. The beating had left you raw, bruised, bloodied, and sore. You made it a half mile from home and collapsed there in the dark. You woke to rain and stiff limbs, soaked clothes, and blurred vision. You felt the dull ache of the bruise on your ribs and the throbbing from where your head hit the wall. You could move your eyes, the red orbs flitting up to glance around for anyone. Eventually you spot someone. A male taller then you, holding an umbrella. You manage a raspy "who…" Before your vision blanks and you feel yourself black out again. You wake up feeling warm and dry, confused and tired. You try to sit up but manage a groan from the pain of moving bruised limbs to fast. You looks around and spot someone familiar. He smiles softly and sighs.
" got yourself into a mess didn't you kar?.." He says. The voice registers and you tear up, shaking and laying back down, covering your face with the blanket.
"What do you care…" You mutter out. You feel the blanket being removed from your head, a soft hand with fingers adorned in gold caressing your cheek gently.
"I'm always goin to care. You can't tell me otherwise" he says softly. You look up and grit your teeth before leaning up and smashing your lips to his. He's taken aback, his body going tense and the breath untaken through his nose becoming a sharp gasp. You pull back with a soft huff and he scans your eyes before pressing his lips to yours. It was your time to be surprised , but only for a mere moment before you felt yourself slowly melting against him and kissing back. Maybe you were wrong to be annoyed by him finding you. Maybe you were wrong to hate him. You know you need him. You can feel it in your heart, your mind, and your soul. He needed you, and you were finally there to help. You would provide support as long as he provided guidance. As long as held on.