She nods, but after two steps, she bites her lip in distress.
So, I bend down and wrap one arm under her knees and the other behind her back and I lift her off the ground and draw her to my chest.
“Aaron… there’s no need,” she protests, but I’m not listening to her.
I walk towards home with her in my arms as if I were some fucking hero, the kind that at the end of the movie, after having saved all of humanity also wins the heart of the woman he loves, and after having just saved her life, he brings her to the top of the world in his strong arms.
But I’m no hero. I haven’t saved the world and if I had let my pride win out over my good sense I certainly wouldn’t be here right now.
I would not have found her on the street, I wouldn’t have been able to…
Okay, I have to stop thinking about it.
She’s fine now and in my arms.
And nothing is going to happen to her, because I’m not going to let it.
