“Please don’t say it,” I whispered after a few seconds of silence.
Her long thin arms around were her knees and her chin tucked between them, she looked at me with wanting eyes. Her mouth did not waver as she sat at the corner of the bed and at the corner of the room. Two walls to protect her, but none of them was shielding her from this most vulnerable of moments. As if by command, her hair trickled down her brows and along her cheeks, covering the eyes which gazed away from me. Her hold on herself seemed to tighten as her world had grown colder. Her bare arms and legs understood her thoughts and puckered with goose bumps.
I felt her world fall into the shadow of the sun, and at the far side of the bed, at that very moment we were the only two people left in the world and we felt so alone.
I wanted to reach for her, and grab her by her waist. I wanted to wrap her with myself knowing that my arms fit puzzle perfect with the contours of her figure. An embrace to protect her from the world, but I could not do it this time since I could not protect her from me. We were so perfect. I wanted to say everything was going to be okay, and everything was going to be perfect. It could be. I was just afraid to reciprocate the love that she had declared just a few seconds ago, which now just seemed forever.