My very last thought of every single
day is of her.
As I lie here on this prison bed, I think of her.
I
know I should be thinking of the plan,
the plan that will take me
and my brother out of this place.
But ever since my lips touched
hers, she is all I can think of.
I think of how her lips were
slightly moist,
and how she opened them to allow my eager tongue
entry.
I think of her
hands on my face,
and how gentle she was, as if
she were
afraid 'she' would hurt 'me'.
I think of the longing...in that
single kiss.
Ahh, Sara..
I wasn't
supposed to fall for her.
I was supposed to remain cool.
She
was just a means to someplace I needed to be.
Then there was the
key.
She had something I needed.
Now I know she has something
else I need.
Something I can't afford to need right now.
What I need
right now is to get my mind back on the plan.
I need to stop
thinking of how her eyes kissed me,
before our lips ever touched.
Sara...
I'm so sorry I
had to use her.
I'm sorry I had to ask her for help.
I really
didn't see any other way.
I know how much
I am asking of her,
how much she stands to lose by helping me.
I
know how it will make her look in her fathers' eyes.
How he will
look down on her...yet again.
Still...I know I
had to ask her.
I had to...
I have to save my brother.