Her sorrow snaps him from his brooding, like a dog doused in cold water. His eyes glance up, see the tears running down her face. Knowing what he should do, he is frozen in his own indecision. Should he comfort her? Will she let him? He strums another cord on his guitar as he stares into her face, drinking in the tear-soaked radiance.
How can he just sit there, she thinks. How can he watch me cry and not offer anything? Doesn't he know he is part of the reason I cry? She does not wipe the tears from her face, the warmth they let off helps ward off the chill of this late November night.
He can not remove his eyes from her face. He feels like he is caught in a web, staring at his soon to be killer. He realizes in that moment that it is true. She is his killer. Every time she cries, a part of him dies. He can feel it in his heart, the strain, the ache, every time a fresh tear is made. Could it be love, he muses. He has never known love before. Every relationship he has been in has been a relationship of lust. He strums another note.
I can not take this anymore, she silently screams. I am going to leave him tonight. To hell with love. Her tears flow faster, soaking her shirt now. The sorrow in her heart could never be matched by those tears, she tells herself, as she lowers her head into her hands like a broken hearted child.
His hands close around hers, causing her head to snap up in sorrowful astonishment. He says nothing as he looks deep into her red streaked eyes. He knows what he has done. He knows what he did the entire time, he just could not stop himself. That was always his problem. He thought too much, took too long to act and it always cost him. He was determined not to let her slip away from him, not again.
Like a key in a lock, they both knew they were destined for each other. It is going to be difficult loving me, his eyes said softly to her. I love you, her lips slowly parted. I am not an easy man, his eyes said sadly. I love you, her eyes slowly closed. I love you, his mouth finally said, as he kissed her.
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