the art of love

confrontation

"Why have you been ignoring me?" Was the first thing Alexander has said to Venus in days. His left hand grips Venus' right arm as she stares at Alexander in shock.

"Let go."

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." Venus refuses to let her vision wonder to his eyes.

"No." Her voice is small, like she's scared. She isn't scared of Alexander, she's scared of herself and what she may say.

"Look at me." Alexander tugs a bit at her arm, trying to get her to look at him. "Come on Ve, look at me."

Her big eyes water as she stares into his. Alexander's face softens as his eyes ogle her whole face.

"What's wrong?"

Venus didn't know what to say. To tell a truth, or to tell a lie? To run or to cry? She wanted to do all, but she knew she couldn't. She hated confrontation, she didn't want to be in this situation.

"Let go of me."

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Let go."

"What is wrong?"

fuck.

"You, you're what's wrong."

And then she ran.