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It was then that he saw it. The innocence in her bright, blue eyes. Her simplistic nature had always been masked by her "don't give a fuck" attitude. A defense mechanism. Natural to her. She didn't know, for she couldn't see it. "Defensive Realism" she had nomered her pessimism...

But it wasn't at all...Underneath everything, there she was, a sad, hopeful little girl playing grown up games...

He could now comprehend...Now he understood the pull, the non-physical attraction. It was then, as he watched her eyes sparkle with naivety, his mission became clear. He had to protect her in the only fucked up and sick way he knew how...He had to change her. Build her up and knock her down. He knew. He loved her, more than he could ever love another, so protection was what she deserved...Protection from others, but mainly, protection from herself. The world would eat her alive, but not before she self-destructed...