Akira
His eyes wild, hands clenched by his side and his nostrils flare as he approaches me silently.
"Romero." My fingers dig deep in my skin to keep myself from touching him.
His intake of harsh breath and rapid fall down of his chest shows he is effected by my voice. He is trying, oh how hard he is trying to shove it back in the corner.
But my Romero is still here.
He is pushed behind the cellar of insecurities and the restlessness in his mind. I need to call out for him, I need to find him.
"What are you doing here?" He asks, his voice deadly even.
"Finding you." I speak softly as though trying to sooth him.
He is lost.
Somewhere inside his own messed up mind.
"I'm not fit for company."
"Fine by me." I shake my head.
His eyes harden, the only hint of emotion I see, "You need
