Sexy Bodyguard Jack
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With my eyes closed, I let the cold water from the shower wash over me. Disguise the roar of tears that are now back unstoppable. Wish it -- those tears, soon run out and stop by themselves. But I know, I'm just amusing myself. Trying to keep up, but basically I know - how fragile I am. Very fragile.

A few minutes passed, I came out of the shower and rubbed the back of my hand against the foggy mirror. Then, gripping the rim of the sink, I stared into the mirror, watching the eyes staring back at me. I'm shaking. Smell again.

"No. I'm not crazy" I said to the shadow before me. "I'm not crazy. I just can't forget the tragedy. And that's natural. That's natural...."

But I actually came back sobbing. I was angry at myself who until now could not overcome my fear. I was angry that the darkness still drew me to the dark event: it reminded me of the suffering that continues to haunt me. Which I will never forget.

How could? The memory ambushed me. My father's dying face flooded my memory every time the panic broke out. And his voice that held back the pain, it always echoed in my head. He was dying of blood because a bullet had set in his chest, and he breathed his last in my lap.

Really painful. I again sobbed loudly until my body was shaken violently.

But I need to be able to control myself.

"I can" I said to myself. "I will keep my promise. I can live well. I'll be as happy as you want." I wiped a tear on my cheek, but another grain quickly replaced it.

And I finally realized, Bang Jack was standing in the bathroom doorway. Looking at me with his eyes glazed over, and hearing all my words. But he chose not to come closer: not to embrace me. Do not wrap his arms around me while stroking my back, rubbing my head, or simply wiping my tears. Not everything.

He just smiled, then said, "Day't take too long, it'll catch a cold."

"Yeah" I said. I nodded and returned his smile.

Twenty minutes later, I was clean and wearing a towel. And by the time I got out of the bathroom, Bang Jack was back in my room. He was well-groomed with his clothes. As usual, he was handsome.

"I want to see you in these clothes" she said, handing the white dress over to my hand. "We're going, right?"

And, a few minutes later...

"Is this good?" I asked, turning towards Bang Jack who was now sitting on the edge of my bed while looking at me. "I don't want to look too much."

I tidied up the collar of my dress and stared intently at myself in the mirror.

"I'm not a man who understands fashion, but you look very pretty in my opinion. Always."

Ah, Jack Bang. He made me blush. I smiled at her and held my handbag that seemed to match my white dress.

"Have you seen all your clothes in the closet? Do you like it?"

I'm nodding.

"Seriously, huh? If you want, we can buy another new one. You choose your own that suits your taste. I'll be in company."

I'm shaking. "You've given me a full wardrobe. That's enough, though. Everything's peachy. Besides, if it's basically pretty, want to wear anything, still pretty, right?"

She grinned. "Hu 'um. You're beautiful. Especially if you don't wear anything."

"Remember...."

He chuckles amusedly. Fuck up!