Everything happened too fast

You still remember that day when you were on your way to work at the cafeteria, you saw Pierrot being attacked by a man because he worked at the circus, being the main act. He danced very well, even though people were disappearing (since the circus wasn't really friendly; they ate or killed people because the members there were demons, including Pierrot).

But you didn't know that then, and you defended Pierrot. The man had been very cruel and unfair, since Pierrot wasn't to blame and he was only handing out flyers to promote the circus. That's when Pierrot fell completely in love with you, becoming totally crazy about your mere touch or gaze.

Many adventures had happened since then. You'd go to work until the afternoon, he'd visit you, give you a red ticket so you could see him at night, and then you'd both sneak away to meet in secret.

The other four members of the circus hated humans, and you were one of them, but you were different from the other humans. You were kind, not cruel; there was no evil in your heart.

Even after all your attempts, you never fit in with the circus.

To be honest, they scared you. The only exception was Pierrot, who treated you gently, which brought back some childhood traumas.

Because you'd never been accepted, you never stood out in anything.

You were useless.

That's why you were just an ordinary person working for minimum wage. It was tough, but it was your life, and even so, you were happy to be that way and not worse off.

Today

You were more than tired from working hard to make a special coffee, since several customers had complained about its unpleasant taste, even though you were actually better at making milkshakes or sodas.

But now it was winter, so obviously they were going to order something lukewarm. Although you heard the coffee door creak, you knew it was Pierrot.

It was quite late, and he was worried, though you recognized him because you'd grown accustomed to his presence.

"My dear, I've been watching you and I've noticed your gaze these last few days." he whispered, his deep, husky voice echoing in the empty café

"Why don't you go home?" Pierrot blinked twice, his yellow pupils lingering for a moment on your worried gaze, analyzing every expression on your face.

"The café is supposed to close around this time," Pierrot added, since he obviously already knew your entire work schedule, including the times and patterns in which the café closed early and late.

But he couldn't decipher what was going through your mind right now. Was it something serious? Maybe not, and he was worried. Either way, he needed to know.