burn out - (jeffree star) MOVED

"The second I step into that room, I'm buying a one way ticket out of your life." I said, my eyes locked with the blond man before me.
He narrowed eyes that once would have made my knees weak with a combination of fear and uncertainty, and I could see the inner cogs of his mind turning behind a creaseless forehead. So much had happened in the past six months, that I could tell he was deciding on whether this was a fleeting moment or perhaps so much more than that. He knew what would happen.
He flourished his hand in my direction, a feeble attempt to deny the tension in the air.
"That's not necessarily true."
"Yes it is, J." I whispered. "Be honest with yourself for once."
A perfectly sculpted brow rose on his face, flawless and inhuman.
"Are you still going to try and psychoanalyze me? You know I'm not typical."
I grabbed his tattooed wrist, as if pressure would force him to come down from the falsity of his attitude.
"Jeffree, stop. You know whatever this... it will burn out."