Twelve

At noon, I almost convinced him that I was feeling better and that he didn't need to be with me. It was an impossible job. But, he was convinced only to leave his guards behind.

"Give me a call and I'll be on my way back to you," He said. Concern still clung to his handsome features.

I nodded. He pulled me into a kiss. He made me feel alive. He got on his feet and did his cuffs. He grabbed his coat. My eyes never left him.

He leaned as he kissed my cheek and turned to the door. A second later he was gone, tears lashed my eyes fiercely. He seemed icy at first, now he seemed more than anything. I didn't wanna name it love. I had feelings. The day wouldn't be far when I couldn't live without him.

I slithered my hands on my cheeks. I sighed in defeat. I was pushing myself into a deep dark well. There was no way to come out. I felt a twinge of fear as my thoughts kept dragging me deep.

'Should I tell him? No! I shook my head. He would laugh at me.