I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe him more then I have wanted anything more in my life. But I knew he was wrong. His angelic disposition hid the demon inside, but I knew. My body aches to be touched by him, my physical reaction to him was affecting my mental reaction. Why are you here? Haven't you made my life miserable enough already? The sheer pain of his presence shatters my heart to pieces. It was all a lie. Every touch , every whisper was a lie. Hate rushes through my veins making my blood sizzle. I smile through my teeth, hoping that the grin plastered on my face has fooled him. I don't want you to know that I finally know who you are. He grazes my arm lightly, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. My hands are tingling, this desired torture makes me feel lightheaded. Before he can do any more damage, I stumble away. The longer I stay the worse it will get. As I claw my way up the marble staircase behind me, he calls out, "The game has just begun, and yet I have already won." I freeze, my feet bound to the stair underneath. He laughs lightly at my awestruck demeanor, brushing his hand across his chiseled chin. I hurriedly straighten up and turn slightly towards him. "Oh, I guess you didn't hear," I paused a smile tugging at the edges of my mouth, " the game is over." I glanced back at my shoulder only to catch an angry and surprised look from him. My strides grew more confident as I walked away. No, he is right, I think. The game has just begun, except I have won.