I felt her hand graze my back as she readjusted her body. For a moment, a quick moment that left as fast as it came, I thought that she would wrap her arms around me. Make me feel safe and secure as I do her. Safe from a world that hunts and kills us. Secure of the notion that I was doing everything a man should do for us to succeed in this harsh world.
I was wrong. She was only getting more comfortable and I was still alone. My hurt and pain ignored. My stress not noticed. A king who’s queen only cared about his strengths, but never his weaknesses.
I let the thought pass, because men are not suppose to show emotion. Only toughness. Perseverance. Society taught us emotions showed vulnerability, and vulnerability was weakness. So, I went to sleep, and knew once my eyes opened again, my steely resolve would be at the forefront.