Rain pattered on the window, lightning lit up the room, I winced at every clap of thunder. Thin hairs stood up like soldiers on my pale boney arms as the icy breeze blew past the white lace curtains. His arms tightened with each clap as if protecting me from the vicious howls of the wind. "Don't worry baby." He would whisper in my ears. His deep voice went right through me exploring each and every one of my senses. I look up to look into his dark brown eyes, oh those eyes. The eyes I fell so deep in love with. The eyes that take me away, away from Earth. The eyes of a galaxy far, far away. Away into another galaxy I wonder to. His arms wrapped around me gently like a mother to her newborn baby. Peace was within me. My lips slowly curved into a little smile as I looked up to his pale and freckled face.
As I lay in his arms I pondered, pondered about love, lust and fate.
"Is this my fate? To be here right now?"
"Can we change our fate?"
"What is love?
"Am I in love?"
"Do I love him?"
"Does he love me?"
"Is this just lust?"
"Is this just temporary?"
In just a moment, I was his prey as his arms wrapped tighter around my fragile body. I could feel my boney elbows dig into my hip that stuck out like a thumbtack. His eyes turned from the beautiful galaxy of a whole new world to a darkness that I have ever only see in myself. From being in the calm galaxy of his eyes, I was now in the jungle being hunted down by a vicious beast I called my lover. My eyes shut sharply as I hissed in pain. Breeding rapidly, fear came over me as I whimpered. Hesitantly my eyes opened to look into the darkness of his eyes. "Baby?" I whispered to him. "Baby, please stop. You're hurting me, please." To that I could feel his arms growing less tense and more relaxed. His eyes had turned to their natural state of the stars. "I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me" he apologised sincerely. Was it sincere enough? This hadn't been the only occasion this happened. "It won't happen again, I promise.". He said that last time...
"I love you". Those three words went through me like sweet honey.
I mean, he says he loves me but I'm not quite sure anymore. So much has changed since last winter, the winter I had met him. I was the apple of his eye, was. Now he has an apple tree, many apples. Eyes going up and down and back up.
"Does he love me?"
