They say the more unlikely it is to happen, the more you desire it. I fell head over heels for the one man I could never touch. However, I never did listen when my mother told me not to touch the hot stove. As I strolled, my body suddenly clenched, and my hands instinctively fell to the ground. An ear-piercing scream echoed through the streets. My heart dropped, and my head pounded. Every instinct urged me to run - my legs ached to flee, and my mind screamed at me to escape. Yet, something, perhaps the whimpering that echoed through the streets or maybe my conscience, pleaded with me.