-Rose-
It has been ages since the last time a man held me in his arms.
For a moment I spaced, recalling the loving moments when I was in my father’s and Hans’ embraces. Once upon a time I considered them the most important men in my life. They both swore that they would protect and love me forever.
Now dad is dead and Hans wants my death. It turns out that men are not as reliable as they claimed. At the end of the day you have to rely on yourself to survive.
Snapping out of my thoughts, I push the man violently and he stumbles back.
A frown creases his eyebrows. He opens his mouth, trying to say something but I speak first, inquiring his identity as I look into his eyes, “Who are you and what do you think you are doing? Taking advantage of a silkworm?”
“What?”He blinks and complains,
