His gaze lingers upon your peacefully slumbering figure in the backseat, from the front mirror of the pickup truck, shrouded in the gentle embrace of the early morning shadows. all he hears is the faint sound of your breaths, He counts them one by one.

Joel Miller had found his angel; you fought all the demons that once came around to hunt him, brought back all his stolen missing parts he thought there's no need for anymore.

yet he thought he's losing you and now the blood was still beneath his nails. even your scent wasn't washing it away from his nostrils.

Losing you meant losing himself, a world that fighting meant nothing in it. yet even selfish, he chose to fight, to save you because this thing, you were just too good to be gone.

The knot between his eyebrows faints as he sees your eyelids apart, "What you starein' at, huh?" he asks as if your eyes weren't jewels of his life.