I said I would protect her, but I broke my promise.
She is a highly anticipated female politician, and I am just her bodyguard.
I still remember the day she persuaded the audience on the university podium that I had said that I wanted to be a doctor, and she had written that wish into her speech. I used to think that no one would care about my trivial wishes, I thought that no one would care about my heart anymore, I thought that no one in this world would take the initiative to wrap my broken heart. Those scars on my body entangled my soul, those painful memories eroded my will again, and those hatreds spread from my heart to every cell of my body. It was she who gave me the courage to break free when I was about to be swallowed up by the endless vortex.
The water swayed in Julia's hands, wrinkling the face that was disturbed by the previous terrorist attack.
I... want to help her, want to appease her, want to tell her that it's all over, don't be afraid, I'm here.
A thin shirt hangs over her. I stretched out my hand, trying to steady the trembling water glass, but when I was about to touch that thin finger, I was stunned. what am i doing? No, no. She is the person you want to protect, she is the Home Secretary, she is the highly anticipated female politician, she is the war supporter you hate, she is the person your former comrade-in-arms will kill if she commits suicide...
"I am not a queen"
"You can touch me," she said, and there was no longer the usual calm and sharpness in her words, only vulnerability echoed around her, and only isolation and helplessness hovered in her eyes.
I . . . why am I not? She must be very tired all the time at the top. She must be on guard against others to assassinate her at any time. She must be as sleepless as I am. Her sharpness and thorns all over her body germinate to protect herself.
She took my hand.
I looked at her, bewildered.
In the next second, a moist warmth that I hadn't seen in a long time filled my lips.
I know that at that moment all my defenses collapsed. All I see is her. The woman who is willing to trust me and who is willing to show her vulnerability in front of me.
We were like two snakes in the desert, crawling for a long time and finally found a lake. We are entangled in this water, enjoying the ripples of the water swimming on our skin. The originally cold touch produced a strange temperature in the friction of the mating. We dropped all our defenses just to be honest at this moment.
We are so eager for each other, willing to block all the fame and fortune.
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