The Sanctuary
The night grew deeper as I unconsciously got comfortable with the guy's presence. It was though, unusual and rare. I know myself for being distant, rude and sometimes awkward towards someone, yet here am I. Talking nonsense infront of a newly seen faced guy.
I sighed heavily as I remembered Zarviel. I know she was trying to be nice, I know she wanted to know me, but I can't just destroy the walls I've built all these years. I can't just put myself into being dependent, or being attach to someone's presence. I can't just instantly accept everyone and lower my walls. Because, based from experience, it's damn hard to accept that someone left you despite the tragic past a person been through. I'm afraid to grow on depending on them, on their presence. Those constant doubts and
