Mason’s P.O.V.She sleeps like a baby.
I don’t know for how long she hasn’t had a proper sleep, but the moment she closed her eyes and cuddled closer to me, she was off to her dreamland. She was looking so pure, so precious like a baby who was not aware of the cruel world outside the comforts of its mother’s arms. I couldn’t bring myself to accept the fact that she could be as heartless and as brutal as she claimed to be. After hearing everything that she said, I knew for sure that I wanted to keep her safe; from the world and most importantly from herself. There was a voice nagging me, informing me or making me aware about the fact that nothing was as dangerous for her as herself, no one had the ability to harm her or break her apart except for her own thoughts and I had to make her see h
