Innate Things

I know that even though I'm skeptical about his antics. Still, I had to thank him.

"Thank you for that," I uttered.

I was sitting on the bed while he was leaning against the window, looking out at the round, bright moon.

"For this, and for what happened earlier."

I was referring to the rose I was holding and what happened earlier. He didn't reply and just looked at me intently as he always does. I really couldn't help but be amazed at how his eyes could speak. Anyone can be carried away by his gaze.

"Who are those people?" he asked.

I sighed and looked at the flower.

"Bad guys," I briefly said.

I don't want to explain anymore because I think I will just waste time.

"And do they bother you often like that?"

I sensed a hint of seriousness in his tone. I glanced at him, he didn't even flinch at my stare. I shook my head lightly as an answer.

"It seems they have something else in mind for you," he whispered as if he said it only to himself.

I smirked without humor. "Don't worry. I can pro