le chemin du vent

Hattori said nothing for a long and lingering moment. What a question to ask, when was the last time he’d let his guard down? Let anyone  even get remotely close? Seasons ago, perhaps and in hindsight it felt like a mistake- something he shouldn’t have done but it was too late to change that now. Decisions to look back on and think never again, not to be shallowed into someone else’s whole. Just a cog in the machine. Another brick in the wall.

Venom. She was the last person he’d let in, and some might say he had shot himself in the foot.

“Why? Is that what you want?” He asked, noticing how her touch lingered, sensual almost. Persuasive.