Memories

"Who the hell-No, what the hell are you." I ask shakily, holding the knife in my hands so tight my knuckles turned white. He simply stood there. Didn't mutter a single word. My mind for some reason was going haywire to feel his touch. I'm hesitant to take a step forward, but as I do, he steps back. I stop abruptly as he hangs his head down and closes his sheltered eyes, his hands finding his pockets.

What the hell? He's stepping back? He follows me everywhere, but doesn't want too close to him? I didn't know whether that was an insult or not, but curiosity racked me. As he stood there silently I slowly lowered my knife, he made no sudden movements towards me. "What...What do you want?" I ask steadily and gentle. His eyes dart up to mine. I gasp silently at the amount of vulnerability they held, mixed with so much lust.

What I can never have

My eyes widen as his voice speaks in my head. It was him...but what surprises me most are the words that finally leave his lips.

"You."