Warning: trash words are used.

Prologue.

"Stop" I flinched when his voice echoed to my ears. It was as if the time just stops to torture me and burn every flesh that i have. I recognize that voice. I don't need to turn around to confirm whom presence behind my back because that's the only voice that help me make some terrible mistake. i know i shouldn't blame him for what I had done. I'm the one who should blame for what we had done. It was wrong, sick, disgusting and sinful but the self control that I have had slip in seconds. A minute ago, i was enjoying my life in a crowded place with no worries; Trying myself escaping away from reality but in seconds, it was shattered by his presence.

"Why do you keep running away from me?" He burst out with a cold voice .So stoic that can make my heart pound every seconds and every pump of it is hurting my chest. I was falling hard, so hard that it drowns me enough to kill myself. I heard every footstep that he makes and it scares me. But what scares me the most is the confrontation. I know every one eye is looking now with us. Some of them are nosy to the situation, some are surprised, and some are indifferent but I don't really care about them.

"You don't have to believe those words. I never knew that you're kind of person to be deceived so quickly." I replied to him impassively. It's disgusting to lie in front of him but i have to do this. I turn around and met his eyes with mine. I should have not met his eyes but it was too late to regret to what I did. The language of his eyes making are craving for information, explanation and clarity. I think, he thinks that some point i betrayed him or maybe he loath my existence for the damage, but I can't blame him. It was accident that never meant to happen in any other way.

"You're worst liar that I have ever met"

He gripped my wrist so hard. I tried to resist by wiggling but i know it's useless by the strength that he owns. My knees are too weak to fight back. The statement that he created is enough for me to be dead.

"Why?" A question that I cant think enough to answer without breaking the glass to hurt my own palm, but the conscience is so heavy enough to endure this. What have I done to carry this burden that made me masochist for the entire time i met him.

"I'm sorry..."it hurts that my mouth can't speak about it. The words died down to my throat. Crying is not my thing but right now! i don't give a damn. Tears are flowing and i can't stop it running through down on my face. This is so much for both of us. I keep running away from him because there's a plenty of reason why i should be running. I never knew this was coming. How did i even end up with this situation and entangling myself with the worst personality that i ever came across.

a/n oh well I'm a first time writer and all reviews(please review so that i know that there's someone who's reading my fic ≡^ˇ^≡)are welcome but please don't be harsh. If there's some grammar mistake please forgive me coz English isn't my 1st language.