I started thinking a lot while resting my head on Noah's shoulder. His words were right. Just because I plan to run away, it doesn't mean everything will be alright.
Yes, I did plan to win by taking my life first but I'd only be winning against the world. The people who framed me at my workplace, the one who broke my heart and hit me, the life that kept pushing me to a corner... They would all win and I would remain a loser forever.
It was just so unfair that things never went my way, but Noah tried not to mind what was going on with me and made sure I survived. Sure, it was for his own interest, it was true that he was looking out for me.
I glanced at Noah's face. He stayed still and didn't even mind that I was resting on his body. Just what was this?
Why was he ignoring my existence? What if I tried to be a nuisance? What if I started demanding things that were not 'moral'?
Would be finally pay attention to him? Would he finally say something to me?
