The dull image of Magenta caressing my head couldn't leave my mind. It might be a dream and it might be not but it was kind of amazing how that dull image could make me feel.

Besides other things Magenta had never done being drunk was one of them and being a person living on streets it was surprising. She was thinking millions time before taking a shot of beer.

We sat down on the top of the hill with the fire burning right in front of us and night chill setting in. The stars were shining brightly and the moon was reflected in the lake in front of us.

"You know we met when it was spring." She reminded me with a fond smile.

How can I forget, she spray painted me?

"And you didn't know who I was," I answered her with a faint smile of memory.

"I thought you were some handsome arrogant guy."

"I will hold on to handsome." I was foolishly happy at her compliment.

"You must hear it a lot." She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah but most of the time I don't care."

While she admired the fire I unintentionally ended up staring at her. I never realised it before but it struck me now. She was beautiful. Not in a gorgeous goddess kind of way but in a real, survivor kind of way like the moon with scars.

And my insane mind morphed a thought in my head. The sky will always have stars, infinite all shining brightly. But there is one moon and night when it is not in the sky, everything becomes darker.Magenta was the moon to my sky.

She shivered a bit and took a gulp of beer from the can.It was the fourth can and I was thinking about stopping her but there was a playful smile on her lips and for just this once she felt free from all the pain and burden.

"Jer, stop staring, you are making me blush." She said in a drunken tone and putting her hands on her probably blushing cheeks.

I felt a bit embarrassed myself.

"Stop drinking now Magenta." I snatched the bear from her hand and she fucking giggled.

"I loovveee when you call me Magenta." I had to groan at her state.

She was putting herself in danger then. I should not find this adorable.

"Okay, it is still time for sunrise, go to sleep. I will wake you up." I said sternly.

"But I want to tell you my story." She pouted like a child and I grew even more helpless.

Where is the Jeremy from a few months back? Why is this heart beating like crazy?

"Go on."

"I don't remember my real parents but I do remember when my foster mom took me in. She was cruel." She said like a whining child.

"She starved me for days and gave me loads of works to do but all of that was fine." She said suddenly lifting her jeans and showing the back of her calf with scars from beating.

I felt the mixture of anger and sadness burn me. I remained silent for her to continue.

"Then Reggie grew up like the brat he was and made me do homework and chores of his own.And if I didn't he would kick me all over." Now tears were welling in her eyes and she lifted her t-shirt a little too much for my comfort.

But the ugly bruises were so prominent that all my thoughts were replaced with pain. I felt like punching something in that moment.

I held back from touching her wounds that reminded her of her dark past.

And in that moment it made me realise my pain was nothing compared to hers. She lived through all this and still manage to shine.

"You can touch the wounds somehow works like a soothing balm." She said with a sheepish grin and I had the strong desire to pull her in for a kiss.

I have never felt such strong urge to do anything in my life but right now I wanted to pull her into my arms.

But all I did was remain silent.

"Then on that day Reggie came home with the group of boys and I heard them talking about selling my off to pay their debt to the boss Reggie worked for. I started trembling and crying in my room my foster mom can't help me because obviously, she would choose her son over me."

She was shuddering now at the thought of that night and now I put arm around her.

"All four of them came in and one of them said that they should enjoy before sending me away." Her tears were spilling down freely darkness engulfing both of us and my teeth gritted in utter anger.

"See this?" She pointed at the scar on her forehead faded to almost white now.

"I broke a glass and in defending myself from those bloody rapist I got hurt.That night I ran away from hell Jer and I have been living in another just with friends now." She gulped and looked at me with wide tears filled eyes.

"That is until you came along. You are like a prince charming." She was said now smiling amidst the tears.

I was no Prince or Knight. I was just another broken soul filled with too much darkness.

"No one will ever hurt you again Magenta." I solemnly promised her and myself.

If I was craving insanity then so be it. I will be as crazy as it gets.

"I am already too hurt Jer, there is no saving me," Her words were a blow.

She was not normally this depressing, why is there no saving her.

"But I will not hurt you in the process." She said sadness washing over features that made my heart ache fucking too much.

Suddenly she got up a little too quickly on her knees that made her lose balance in the drunken state of hers and I had to wrap my arm around her waist. She was really close now with her face glowing pink due to blush and I felt myself gulp in nervousness I have never felt.

"Jer." She said in a whisper.

I nodded my eyes staring back at her.

"Can I kiss you just this once? I don't want to die without being kissed."

Did she even need to ask? Can't she see all the desires I have been curbing in?

"Shit," I muttered not sure where this was going.

"I will not ask again." She was pleading with her damning eyes.

Before she could drive me crazy any further my lips crashed with hers.

I swear, I fucking sighed. I didn't know how desperately I needed the kiss or how wonderful this will feel or if anyone alive could feel this much electrified. My nerves were burning and my hands tried to pull her to remove a space between us.

In between the kiss, I lightly bit her lips that made her moan and I found myself kissing her harder. All the reasons and sanity was lost as Magenta was finally in arms.

Scars, I don't care. I will heal them all.

Pain, I will be her antidote.

Nightmares, I will make sure she will only dream about me.

Magenta doesn't need to protect herself or face anything alone now.

As our kiss broke and she looked at me with her eyes literally sparkling, I came to a conclusion that was long due.

I found myself a reason to live.

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Warned you xD 

So no heart attacks :D

She would never have done this if she was not slightly drunk so here it goes taking a chance at life.

Hope you like this chapter :D

Catch up with Cursebreaker...tomorrow it will be updated! :D