I could never look in his eyes. His piercing gaze could burn my skin even without him touching it. He softly held my hand, his thumb rubbing on my skin drawing small circles. That callously touch of his, warmed my heart. Seem like he cares. Did he?
"Are you okay?", he asked.
No, I am not. Hold me! You'll hear my bleeding heart I wanted to say.
I could feel his breath slightly fawning on my neck as he spoke words of...