Normally I am not this fragil, but she leaked into me.

Little kisses wore treebranches into

my skin like water into rocks, but the change was welcomed. As my body broke apart and
fell around me, I felt safer than ever. I traded all but the very essence of me in order for
armor in her shape to mold around me and protect me. And did I need the protection: as
soon as my old self was gone, it fought to return; clawed at me and screamed at me and
rushed at me. But my armor stood strong, it was impervious.
The best part about the armor was that it was soft on the inside, delicate and gentle. It
tasted like her, smelt like her, held me close like her. I felt comfortable and strong and so
very safe. It fit perfectly.