The Protector

She’s a vision of pure, exquisite beauty.

He loves me. Everything he has is mine, but the only thing I truly need and want is his heart. His peace.

“I love you, angel,” he says quietly, pulling my hand to his lips and kissing it gently. “More than anything.”

I feel vulnerable and scared. Yet more hopeful than ever before.

I’ll do anything to keep her in my life. Even if that means laying myself bare to her. Even if it means losing my sanity. It’s too late. I already feel certifiably crazy.

I can’t help him if he doesn’t want to be helped. I can’t bring him into the light when he’s content residing in darkness. And I can’t let him drag me into that darkness.

I can’t fix him if he doesn’t want to be fixed.

I want to know so I can help him.

Because I love him.

I want everything that’s weighing him down.

Only Camille matters. Her and how she makes me feel.

I’m going nowhere. She is my fate.