The Games We Love

"We don't love each other, we love the games we play, right." He said. He has said that before. That has to be not true. That cannot be true, can it?
"We're Katherine and Aron, enchanting and debauched." he said, "Imagine, Katherine and Aron holding hands, Katherine and Aron going to the movies, that's not us, that's what they are. We're Katherine and Aron, Katherine hosting the charity gala, Aron womanizing in Europe. That's Katherine and Aron."
That's not true, is it? I don't want it to be true but it is. It's true.
"There can't be us without the games." He whispered. He looked at me his face inches away.
"No." I breathed out. I will change the truth if I had to, make the sun rise from the west, if I had to. I think I might love Aron Williamson, I never thought he was capable of being loved.
Aron smiled at me. "I don't want to hurt you every time I think about loving you, it sacres me." he whispered.
"I'm scared too." I spoke, "You don't have to hurt me."
"But we're Katherine and Aron." he said. He says it like he's afraid the world would never approve of us, never accept us.
"Yes we're Katherine and Aron." I whispered coming close to him, our foreheads touching, "Aron and Katherine."
His soft lips collided with mine. He had never kissed me like this, like he was holding something fragile.
"Aron Williamson, I love you." he froze. I closed my eyes as I felt his warm touch fade away from my cold skin. A single tear escaped.