"Logan, promise me something?" she says to me, her eyes full of love, that wonderful smile upon her face.
"Of course darlin', anything." I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer to me. I could smell the tangy scent of shampoo in her hair. Her eyes were concentrated on mine, as if she was looking into my soul. She gave me that look, full of beauty and youth, her lips parted just the slightest bit. Her hair framing her face like that of a picture. God she was beautiful.
"Promise me that you'll always protect me" her face is stern and serious, but at the same time, there's a sense of helplessness. I'd seen that helpless plea from her before, that wintry evening when we first met and a million times since then. I brush a strand of white hair behind her ear.
"I promise." I told her without a second thought. I meant it. I really did. She continued to look at me with those beautiful eyes, only now…she was reading me. She was looking for any sign that I was lying. I don't blame her for doing so. She had so many others take advantage of her in the past. I move her hair closer to her cheeks, then put my hands on top of them. Thankfully her hair was a good barrier from her deadly skin. "Marie, I promise that I will protect you. I mean it. You'll never get hurt. Ever."
She looks away for a moment, deep in contemplation. She then puts her arms around my neck. I love the feeling of her soft black gloves against my skin. I feel her head now resting on my shoulder.
"Logan, I hope that you're right." Its not until now that I realize what she really meant by that.