Secret

She is the kind of girl who like to work behind the screen.

She is the kind of girl who does everything discreetly.

Well.

Should I say, most everything?

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"I can't do this anymore, you know," she says after my explanation.

"But you shy away from much compliment, from acknowledgement. You like to keep secret. You like to be secret," I replies rightaway.

She smiles to me before replying. The way her hazel eyes twinkles, it makes me feel special just by being looked at.

"You know what? When you have something so special, so precious that you are endlessly grateful for, you should really want everyone in the whole wide world to see. That's what I feel about you."

Wicked

"Because, I was trying to save you... from me."

"I know it's such an arrogant word to say, to save someone. I can barely save myself. But really, I just want you to be happy. And I know you won't get it from me."

"I'm wicked. I know the right things to say, or do. And I tend to exploit it. I know how to make people feel special. I know how to make things happen like fate. I know how to manipulate things to make it so. Sometimes I even manipulate people."


"Really. I'm not a saviour, not a guardian angel. I'm wicked. You're much better off without me."