Sincerity masked his face,
While I dropped my gaze,
And went astray,
Without telling him.

"Bianca," he grabbed my hand again,
While his touch sent pleasure;
Through my body,
I wondered—
What it made you feel.

I whispered,
"Tomorrow."
And shook him off,
I'm sorrow.

I had a beaten, dead heart—
But I'll let this pain transform,
And be a smile,
For you.

That smile of yours,
Will be all I need.
At the end of the day,
I need you to be...
Alive.

And there's nothing more.

I tell myself everyday,
Giving up things for you,
Will only bring us both a smile,
So why the pain?

I used to be,
Wild and I'd run free,
One who'd jump in sea,
One without fears,
Of losing thee.

Now I am——

I ran out through the wooden doors,
And heard you call my broken name,
My name of white,
My name too pure,
To hurt dear you.

I ran to where you wouldn't find me,
Hidden from the eyes of earth,
Hidden from you...

I crawled in,
Under the broken roof,
Where I watched my brother,
Drown in his own blood,
That leaked from his own heart,
Punctured by his best friend—
And I never want you to be him.

I promise I won't hurt you.

The tears came and never went,
Whist I drowned in my own tears,
I wondered,
Is this how my brother felt?
Or is it how you'll feel if I do something,
Wrong?

I'll protect you.

I'll hold you.

I won't let pain come to you.

I'll be your human shield.

Until the day,
I'm under soil.

My phone chimed:
I knew it was you.
But I needed to calm my nerves,
Before I hurt you...

⛰

Just to clear things out, Bianca's brother Isn't dead, but his heart was broken, something that she didn't want for Sophie. Also, Bianca means white in Italian, and there is a special reason why I named her Bianca.

Can you protect people from the inevitable?

What do you think will happen next?