Stronger

Whisper.

What is it hugging a loved one? What is it to know that your love is near. Perhaps she would never know it.

She wanted to scream. She want just explode in cutting cry that so painful pulsating in throat, without having to escape to the outside. She held this lump inside. She squeezed every muscle, with new strength in digging his fingers, as if such a method is the best for her, going crazy. She lost everything at one moment.

She is standing and crying, with diligence delaying salty droplets at the tips of the eyelashes. Now it isn't matter how she is looking. Spit on bluish face, on chapped lips. This was the moment when absolutely indifferent to the usual concerns and experiences. It was a moment of pain, rage.

'' I madly love in you each particle. I madly want you was back beside me. But each of us knows that this is impossible. It is impossible to go back. It is impossible to be around, " - again whisper, burns head.

"What connects me to you? I don't even know who you are".

She doesn't even know what the hell now catching snowflakes on the streets of Boston, clutching at thin leather gloves fingers, with rectangular-shaped nails. She breathes heavily, lifting his chin and straightening his shoulders.

Still stronger, deeper.

Something nasty warm. Something that burns the skin from the inside, fill the thoughts eclipsed anger.

She squeezed even further, thereby making her body stronger, not so fragile, looked at his hands. They twitch slightly.

She shuddered, closed her eyes, feeling the skin torn off. This, of course, a formality, but the breaking of this, as if now it falls, collapse, surrender of the unknown. This is the usual state for crazy.

Why would she went outside in the cold? What is this? There is much worse than at home.

With the same grace there was pain, mortally entered the consciousness, attacked the brain, picked up on all that has tried so hard to stifle panic attacks. But no, all in vain.

Her body stiffened. Beautiful features became again tortured. Like the white marble rises above the sky. All spin kindled some passionate flame inside, igniting a fire on the veins, blowing a surge in nerve endings. Shiver again, painfully dark.

She felt someone's lips right at his cheeks. Such cold, nasty. Closing her eyes, throwing back his head. Already habitually frowned. Took his hands out of his pockets, which are already stretched to the most holes, due to numerous nervous fingers of hiding in something chilling. But it still did not help. She broke off. Again.

She is beautiful in torture, in irresistible urge to scream. Through closed eyes, through parted lips. Ruthlessly moaned.

" I see through you" - she can't stand his voice.

Next to her, he is so dark, terrifying, dangerous. He whispers in the ear hurts, appears again and again.

She buries his head in his hands, of which wheaten hair falling over her shoulders, covering her wet face from his burning eyes.

"From me useless to hide."

"Please, shut up!" - Unhappy moan escaped from her throat violently, unintentionally.

Zayne rolled his eyes, lifting his head and looking at her from below, almost blindly. He enjoyed her torment.

It was one of those moments when the air is filled with moist breath, causing mouth became dry, even for a second nerve swallowing ceased. This is one of those moments when terribly afraid of something, something that stands right in front of you, looking around. That moment when even the heart stopped for a moment, shutting down the entire body."

"I hate to feel you. It should not be, no! - Again a plaintive moan girl.

Zane cheeky laced fingers, deliberately moving closer closer and closer, until the breath touched her neck, holding her fingers to marble, to the familiar tastes skin.

That's the way he walked around it for a long time, attention her scent, realizing that she is near. It was all the same to passersby stared at her, a native, a favorite.

It's his fault that she can't touch him for real. He's the culprit of her torment. She doesn't know how this could be. She sees him, feels, but not touching.

"Please, wake up. Open your eyes. Be with me. I want to hug you. I want to be with you".

Worried about her safety, load the survival instinct, throwing her to the right turn. So quickly, quietly, that he Zane confused his arms, sinking mind in limbo. Instantly set off after her, clutching the stone blocks. Grabbed the wrist, feeling just beneath the skin starts to burn, as the blood flows to the hands, stretching the vein, as if now they will explode, let through a lot of adrenaline.

He feels her. She feels him.

"Love Me. Stronger than love. I need more love. More!"