Love me not
Do you love him?
The first question that comes to mind... the worst.
Do you love him?
It repeats. Over and over and over again.
"Do you love me?"
That's easy.
Yes.
No.
Yes...
No...
Kind of.
Not really.
Do you love him?
Does he love you?
A new question. Who is it directed at?
"I love you."
Good.
No... Don't. How can you?
Who is he talking to?
Me?
No.
Yes.
No.
I love him...
Not.
"Love me." He commands you, no... Begs you. He wants approval. He wants you to look at him. His lips... They're at your door. Knocking. Waiting. He wants you.
Do you want him?
Do you?
"I understand... if..."
He wants you so bad. He can't help it.
No. Don't leave.
"Why? You... You don't want me."
I do. I just... I'm confused.
His lips. They frown.
Love him. Forever... No.
"Do you love me?"
Easy. Yes. But... Why do I?
"You tell me."
He's... Everything. Kiss him. His lips.
Do I love him?
I think I do. But when I say I do but don't, but I do, I mean it.
Do you love him?
Yes.
You love him.
The man that literally haunts your dreams, and whom you see literally floating in the air. The man who plays this game with everyone else. But plays by the rules, when you don't have to. The man who looks at you with one eye, and thinks about you with the other. The man who reads your mind and knows you better than anyone. The man, who you love, has been there since the beginning.
Now... Does he love you?
I'll give you the answer.
Read his mind.
(AN: Okay! So... The italics were supposed to be Alice's thoughts. I'll let you guess who she loves not. Oh! The not-italics was the narrator, I suppose. I appoligize if it's too confusing!)