Thorns

"Do you understand how long I've been waiting to take this mask off? How many times I talked my self out of it in fear of what you would think, or if you would run?" I would never. My hands fall from his face, and he grabs mine. "Do you know how long I've waited for someone to look at me the way you are now?"
She's use to being independent and so is he. She always made sure to please people, even if it meant tearing herself apart piece by piece. He always pushed people away in fear of them leaving.
They've each had their stories written, but now they are learning to make their own ending.