They cheer when I walk to the crease. They would pray if they knew what lives inside me. On the field they call me calm, disciplined, a hero. They don't see the other part, the one that doesn't hesitate when lines are crossed and doesn't believe in mercy. I knew her long before the world taught us to stand on opposite sides. She belongs to the one name I was taught to hate. Which means wanting her is a sin....and I still do. I shouldn't watch her. I shouldn't stand too close. I definitely shouldn't have touched her. Because once I start chasing...I don't stop, and she's the only thing I was never supposed to claim. She can stand against me all she wants....she's still mine to chase. This isn't a love story. It's a collision, between a promise I made to the dead and a girl I was never allowed to want. Soon she'll learn why I came back into her life. And when she does....she won't run. She'll stand. And I'll still be the danger.