He's become quite good at shutting people out. You had to be good at it with the sort of life he lived, bound to the book. You had to keep a certain distance, even with the few, rare, pleasant ones.
She was different. Special. But clearly he was wrong to think that he would be allowed to get close. Fate was not that kind. She was a flame, brilliant and bright on the other side of the glass, protected. And he was a moth, knowing that even if he could bypass the glass he would only burn and suffer. And yet what he wouldn't trade for that sweet suffering...
What he hadn't already paid for it many years ago with another girl, so similar that it made his heart ache. Apparently, he had not paid nearly enough to have that again.
Distance. If it's what she wants, he'll have to oblige. Even if he weren't bound to her, he would. He follows her in silence, keeping his emotions expertly locked away so she won't see how much it wounds him.
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She was different. Special. But clearly he was wrong to think that he would be allowed to get close. Fate was not that kind. She was a flame, brilliant and bright on the other side of the glass, protected. And he was a moth, knowing that even if he could bypass the glass he would only burn and suffer. And yet what he wouldn't trade for that sweet suffering...
What he hadn't already paid for it many years ago with another girl, so similar that it made his heart ache. Apparently, he had not paid nearly enough to have that again.
Distance. If it's what she wants, he'll have to oblige. Even if he weren't bound to her, he would. He follows her in silence, keeping his emotions expertly locked away so she won't see how much it wounds him.