they all say you are special because you have evaded evil so many times. i know for a fact you aren't invincible because you shiver whenever my hands glide over your skin. also, when i feel your bones they are as brittle as mine, so fragile i wonder what would happen if i grasp your shoulders too hard.
i don't know what i see in you, really.
when our eyes meet yours seem to burst into green flame then dissolve into smoke. you are a blanket-snatcher, you fight and kick in your temporary stupor till you are all curled up in your safe little heaven. the thick cloth shields you from my touch while i lie in the dark and freeze. sometimes i wake up for no reason, and i reach out to tuck your hair behind your ears but i hate myself. you'd never do that for me.
i know you aren't the hero of the story because you're afraid of me.