Wishing There Was More

"I love you," she blurted, quickly covering her mouth with her hands.

He stopped in his tracks, turning to face her. He stalked towards her, gripping her jaw. "No you don't, you're confused," he said shaking his head.

"No I'm not," she said trying to pry his hand off of her, which only resulted in his grip only tightening. "I love you," she whispered desperately, searching his eyes for any sign of the feelings being mutual.

"Shut up," he hissed, "I don't love you, I never will. So you can kill whatever fantasy is going on in that head of yours."

Tears started to swell in her eyes. He smiled in satisfaction, happy to receive that reaction from her.

He leaned down to her ear, "I only love the things we do."

With that he released his grip on her jaw and walked away. Leaving her in a pile of her emotions.