Written by Jacob Ibrag
When she looked at him the way that
she did, he felt naked. Layered facade thawed,
an unarmored soldier walking towards his deliverer.
Injecting reality into his veins, she made him as equal as
the rest of them. Exposing his crown to be that of glass, she
was a reminder of where he came from. She was his past, his
future and forever his present. Shedding a smile towards his
direction, he knew that she’d never let him forget. He
wasn’t a God, yet he was barely a human.