Back to the stubborn soul that I was as I would never listen to my friends about how dangerous it was to be near him, let alone with him. But I always come back to this, why didn't I say no that night?
"Will I ever find out why you call me Rose? That's not my name." I asked him playfully.
"You are my "Rose". Beautiful and gentle to look at, but touching you hurts me." He answered seriously.
"Why would it hurt you to touch me?" I asked him a little scared.
"Because I know that when we are alone I can do it, but as soon as we appear in the light of the world, it becomes forbidden for me. And looking at someone who is forbidden to you without being able to touch them, hurts like hell."