His hands and body crushed hers against the wall at eye level now. She was just dangling there, only being held by her wrists which he had braced sharply at ninety degree angles from her shoulders to elbows to hands.
"I hate you."
"No you don't." She said softly, defiantly looking into his silver eyes.
"Yes, I do," He tightened his grip slightly, causing her to gasp, "I have for a while now."
"Hate is a strong word." The words left her mouth effortlessly, and she meant it.
"As is love, but people throw that one around like it's nothing." His eyes flashed.
"But maybe some people actually mean it when they say it. It's only nothing if you make it to be," Her voice got quieter as she continued on, "Some people don't want to say it, because they fear that the person they love doesn't love them back."
The two of them were silent for what seemed like forever, but she broke the silence, "Why do you hate me?"
His brow furrowed in frustration, "You don't know the looks they give you; you don't realize the meaning of their words when they try to tell you what they want. But, what frustrates me the most is that you don't care that I insult you endlessly, or that I'm so much stronger than you."
He didn't give her a chance to say anything and continued on, "Even now, you don't care that I can hurt you - or worse. You just don't understand how perfect you are and how much it bothers me every day to see you with that mask of near to nothingness on your face. It pains me to never know what you're thinking. It kills me to not be by your side and make certain that no one will ever hurt you."
Stunned to actually hear him mutter a full speech rather than just the insults he spat at her, she could do nothing but listen to each word he said and she realized that this is the man that she thought as perfect. This was the man that always had a mask of no emotion on his face. This is the man that she thought about each day, every day. He was the only one she really thought about when her mind wandered off or when he just popped up in her mind. But, the thing that hit her the hardest, was that this was the man that she wanted by her side; this was the man that she needed.
She looked into those deep grey eyes, and he stared into hers. She realized one more thing about him: She loved him. She kicked her legs up around his waist, which startled him a bit, causing him to let her wrists go entirely, and she quickly brought her hands together behind his neck. He moved his hands to support her weight and before they knew it, their foreheads were touching. It was almost as if gravity brought the two together.
She pulled away, "You were all I ever wanted." He began to reply, but she placed one finger on his lips and continued on, "You are the man that I think about every day; you're the only one ever on my mind, and it kills me not to tell you that I love you."
He said nothing in reply, he didn't have to. His lips showed her exactly how he felt. She felt the words from his lips and how passionately they kissed. His lips, his body spoke, I love you.