Run

I Push him off me as we're both breathing hard from this deliciously unexpected make out session I keep a hand on his hard chest to keep some distant between us but as always he pulls me closer by my waist and puts his forehead onto mine.
"I know it's you" he whispers to me huskily. I tense at his words he feels me tense and grips my waist a little harder to keep me in place.
I look up up at him in sadness and determination, "She died eight years ago on that burning building Vincent she will never ever come back" I yell and push him further away.
"No , she's not dead I'm looking at her right know!" he yells the last part at me.
"I am not that girl anymore she died, she burned, and she suffered in that building Vincent get that in your fucking pathetic little brain of yours!" I scream and point my index finger on his head.