[First person lightning protection + all members are not good people in the standard sense]
He grew up overnight.
It was still dark before he stood up.
Later the sun followed him.
The sun caused his shadow to be short and his smile to be loud.
I was broken slowly.
Broken for many years.
It was so broken that I couldn't even pick it up anymore.
He held my hand.
I drew back.
Not because of the cold.
It's because his hands are too warm.
It was so warm that I felt like my own coldness would stain him.
He said: When will you come out?
I didn't answer.
I want to say——
I can't get out.
It's dark here, but the darkness keeps me safe.
The light will reveal me.
Revealing the shabby places I thought I had hidden away.
He stood outside waiting.
I hid inside and watched.
I know he can afford it.
But I don't know——
Do I deserve to be waited on by him?
Intention: gift
