Community Member "You make me feel like I'm not good enough." He
stopped walking. I exhaled, glad that I've finally let out what
has been bothering me ever since he found me..  I wasn't granted
the view of his face, so I settled with glaring at the back of
his head (which I know, he's aware) and clenching my fists on
both of my sides. I don't understand. Why won't he let me handle
this task alone? I'm no longer a child. I can take care of
myself!  He slowly turned around, blinking his ice cold eyes
that sent a message of superiority though it's been a long time
since I've felt its intimidation that others from the
underground spoke of. But tonight, it was different. His usual
expressionless face was distorted by a softer look in his eyes.
"You're good."  I blinked. I was taken aback by his prompt
response. At first I thought he was being sarcastic at a time
like this but when the soft light in the dark alley hit his
face, that thought quickly dispersed. He brought his left hand
to the back of his head and si