Surrounded By Idols- On Hiatus

"What is done is done. There is nothing you can do. Now let me go!" He says, his voice a tad bit softer than before. My grip tightens on his wrist, not willing to let go. Exhaling frustratingly, he suddenly raises his hand, and brings it across my cheek. He doesn't do it with much force, and I know he loves me too much to do that. Instead of hurting my cheek, he ends up hurting my heart instead.