SILHOUETTING SOULMATES

"I hate you, from the core of my heart." He said, brimming with anger. Natalie saw Nathan's brow twitch continually as he said the harsh words, indeedly fabricating them to make them sound bizarrely convincing.
"You are stubborn, Nathan McGuire. It seems as if you have forgotten our pact, mister. I know your hatred has no realms and boundaries but, I have important matters to take care of. Unlike you and your double standards, I feel highly compelled to state the fact that it is rather amusing to see you fabricate your emotions." Natalie said, bending closer towards his ear. Her breath hitched and he could see her scornful eyes. She held onto the wall for support, clearly indicating that his presence made her feel either nauseous or rather yet, intoxicating.
"Leave or I will --" Nathan began flickering his hand in the air. His eyes never left hers. The chilly northern breeze from the windows left Natalie cold, making her golden brown hair soar as they made their way onto her forehead and irritated her.
Nathan's hands cupped the back of her head and removed the lock of her strands with his thumbs that seemingly annoyed her. They continued glaring at each other until Natalie spoke,
"Or you will fall on your knees in front of me?" She sighed like a furnace as her breathing hitched and the first button of her nude blouse popped open. As soon as she said that, Nathan fell on his knees and buried his head in her waist.