I don't know how to explain the last few days. My life went from a depressing sob story to a fairytale. I've literally been saved by my knight in shining armor, and then we'll fall in love and--

Wait.

What am I saying? Tim is great and all, and I am extremely grateful. No, that doesn't explain it well enough. I can never repay him for what he's done. He's turned my life around, changed it beyond belief. He's the onle person who made an effort to do it...

Like my mother. Except she couldn't protect me long enough from the scientists, from the media.

But it wasn't her fault. There's only so much a person can do.

But Tim? ... Tim is... different. He doesn't let anyone get in his way, he doesn't want anyone around, and what he says goes. If he says no, then nothing happens. If he wants something, he gets it.

I've learned a lot about him these past few days...

How do I repay him for what he's done? What does he want? What do I give him in return for the gift he gave me?

He broke off a piece of my cage, the cage that had no key.

That itself is an impossible feat.

But he didn't stop there... He went on. He tried to do more. He wanted to break the cage with his bare hands and nothing was going to stop him from doing it.

He's still helping me.

And I don't know if he's my Prince Charming or my knight in shining armor, but I know he's close to becoming one.

"So, we have sorrow down. You can cry now. Anger is still being worked on, happiness-- we need you to smile, and soon--, yawning definitely needs work."

She nodded after he listed down what they needed to do. She quietly observed him as he jotted things down, taking in the way a lock of hair hung from his head, to the determination she could see in his seafoam-colored eyes, to his high cheekbones and the way his lips were--

She stopped right there before she went too far. She was thankful she couldn't blush.

"What about blushing?" She couldn't stop the words from coming out of her mouth; she knew there was only one way to get her to blush...

Damn me and my big mouth.

He raised an eyebrow, as if questioning her motives, and she shrugged, face still impassive. "It's a reaction."

Slowly he nodded, and she could have sworn she saw a small smirk on his face, or maybe she had imagined it. She obviously couldn't trust her mind anymore.

"Right..." He dragged the word out, which made Sam wish she could glare at him. Or maybe kick him, that would work too.

Although he looks strong and probably wouldn't get hurt--

Ugh! Stop it!

He picked up a ball and threw it in the air, only to catch it again. His eyes glanced at her and he smirked.

"Catch."

The ball flew to her at a rapid pace, and Sam blinked before moving to her right, the ball hitting her shoulder.

"Ow--"

"Your eyes didn't sense the ball coming fast enough. Neither did your ears apparently. So I'm guessing there's a problem there as well."

She sighed and hoped she didn't have to go through surgery or anything. That wouldn't be much fun.

"Even though we're working on your emotions, I'd rather take a look at your eye..." He took out a TOOL and came closer to her, picking her up by the waist and putting her on a table. He cradled her chin with his hand and pulled her closer to his face, and then he proceeded to look into her eye with the TOOL, the light shining in her eyes. The pupil dialiated a bit slower than usual, but not enough to be critically serious.

She felt herself burning, for the first time in her life. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, while her mind was screaming in joy.

The hand that was cradling her chin moved itself away, and she wanted to frown and complain, but she (thankfully) was able to keep her mouth shut.

She didn't know what to think though, when that same hand moved down, brushing her side and landing on the desk she was sitting on. His eyes weren't looking at her, rather, they were looking for a pen, and she couldn't help but notice that his hand came closer to her side, almost touching her thigh.

She glanced away from his hand as he found a pen and brought it in front of her. He swung it back and forth in front of her eyes, expecting her eyes to follow.

She did so, and forced her eyes to follow the direction of the pen, (up, down, right, up, left, down, up), even when she felt his hand place itself onto her thigh, pressing down against it.

Her cheeks burned again.

She glanced at his eyes, which were as impassive as hers usually were. She couldn't read his expression for once; she couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Of all the times to be unreadable...

His hand travelled close to her inner thigh, and she felt herself squirming a little, crossing her legs over the other, and she felt his hand remove itself.

He put the pen away, moving away from her to look through his drawer, digging around to find something else.

She felt her face burning like never before. She had never felt like this, never felt her cheeks wanting to melt away.

She glanced at the drawer, raising an eyebrow when he took out a digital camera.

What?

Trying to ignore the burning sensation in her face, she willed herself to count the pretty little tiles on the floor, even though they weren't all that interesting in the first place. Anything was better than looking at his face.

"Say cheese."

She glanced up, wanting to ask him if this was really an appropriate time to be taking pictures, when he smirked and took the picture, the flash leaving her blinking.

"So the flash does affect you." He wrote that down on his clipboard, and then looked through the camera, looking for her picture. He then showed the picture to her, and her eyes widened as she saw a slight red hue decorating her face.

She felt her cheeks burn harder as he placed his hand on her waist and moved his face closer to her ear, their cheeks touching.

"I'm glad to see how much I affect you..."

His lips brushed against her ear and she gripped the edge of the desk, not knowing what to think.

When I said he was close to becoming my Prince Charming, I didn't realize he was one step away.

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