Beau

you looked so small and vulnerable, standing beside the broken car, nervously fiddling with your phone, clearly lost. I could have just walked away—should have, really, after everything humans have done to me. But there was something in your eyes, something that stirred a long-buried instinct to protect, to be needed. I despised that feeling. Yet, before I knew it, I was approaching, my voice colder than intended. You shouldn’t be out here alone. Not unless you’re looking for trouble.