The fairy tale continued to dance with the rhythm of music. He was slightly drunk with the influence of a few glasses of drinks, and his smiles echoed in the bar. While he was completely in music, a man approached him. - "Hey beauty, should we dance?" the man whispered.
The fairy tale withdrawn immediately, in a discontented expression: - "No, thank you." But the man didn't care and handed his hand to the fairy tale's waist. The fairy tale pushed him hard: - "Stay away!" At that moment, Bartu quickly came from the crowd of the bar and punched the man's chin. The man stumbled back, threw a few more fists behind Bartu, the man stopped without falling down.
Bartu quickly pulled the fairy tale from his wrist firmly pulled out of the crowd. The fairy tale seemed to talk, but Bartu silenced him and headed straight to the vehicle. The fairy tale did not object, he only watched Bartu's determined and angry stance. Bartu opened the door, sat down in the fairy tale and closed the door quickly. He threw himself into the driver's seat of the vehicle. He started the engine and the vehicle quickly began to move on the streets of the night.
Bartu had a serious anger on his face; He squeezed his teeth, his eyes never left the road. The fairy tale was sitting quietly on the side seat, watching this angry state of Bartu. As the car moved between the city's lights, Bartu focused on the road and possible threats with all his attention. He was on alert at any moment for the safety of the fairy tale; His gaze between anger and determination was quietly but intensively dominating the night.
Bartu drove the car to his own house and opened the door quickly. He pulled the fairy tale in his wrist. The fairy tale suddenly stopped, his eyes shone angrily, and shouting: Tale and Bartu faced harsh gaze at the entrance of the house. The fairy tale was still angrily shouting: - "You think what's wrong? What are you doing with the right?!" Bartu could not control his anger, his voice was bushy and shaky: - "I had to protect you! You don't understand that!" The fairy tale swings his hands and retreated: - "What right do you do?" Bartu paused for a moment, trembled between anger and determination.
Then his eyes filled, his voice rose further: - "I love you! I love you! You haven't come out of my mind since I saw you in that cafe more than everything, even myself!" The fairy tale opened his eyes, there was astonishment and a moment of silence. Bartu stuck to the fairy tale's lips without hesitation. The fairy tale at first confused, then slowly responded to Bartu, and anger and surprise suddenly left its place to a mixed excitement and proximity. Bartu's anger and intense sense, merged with the reaction of the fairy tale, and at that moment the heart of both of them was hit rapidly.
The Fairy Tale's anger began to be solved with the hardness of Bartu's lips, and a spark he had never noticed before. When his lips were separated, they were both breathless. The fairy tale could not separate his eyes from Bartu's eyes. There was still a shaky anger in his voice, but this time it was much softer: - "This is not like that, Bartu… You can't treat me like that…" Bartu was still holding his wrist. The tightness between his fingers was slowly dissolved, his hands shifted towards the palm of the fairy tale.
His eyes are not angry, this time he was broken and helpless: - "I don't know how it will be a fairy tale. All I know… I can't do without you." The fairy tale seemed to want to retreat, but the sincerity in Bartu's eyes kept him more than it was. As the storms broke in, the heart was involuntarily throwing faster. They only looked at each other for a few seconds; The stretched atmosphere remained hanging in the air like a visible electricity.
The fairy tale cropped and took a deep breath: - orum I understand you want to protect me… But that doesn't justify you to give me orders. " Bartu bowed his head forward, his voice was low: - You are right. I apologize to you… But when I see you… I can't think of anything else. " A slight smile came to the lips of the fairy tale. This smile burned a spark of hope in Bartu. At that moment, the anger between them gradually released a fragile proximity.
Bartu took a step towards the fairy tale, his voice turned into a whisper: - "If you want, I will go now… But know that I will not leave you again." The fairy tale took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened it. Then he slowly shook his head: "Don't go…" he said, his voice was very low but it was clear. Bartu's eyes shone, a shaky smile appeared on the edge of his lips. They both felt that words were no longer necessary. The fairy tale leaned against Bartu's chest one step further. While Bartu closed his arms around him tightly, he had gained a completely different meaning at night.