Written for mew-tsubaki's challenge! Enjoy!
"I but know that I love thee whatever thou art." -Thomas Moore
"You can't love me." He whispered in the bitter air. She slithered up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"But I do." She whispered back, rubbing her hands agaisnt his stomach. He closed his eyes and sighed deepley, then removed her hands and held them in his own.
"But you shouldn't." He firmly looked in her eyes. The love that grew there with every second was driving him mad, and he averted his gaze. "I not the type one would love." He muttered quickly. She took a shaky breath and cupped his cheek with her hand.
"But you're the type one should love." She stared at him, almost melting into him. The pleading look he gave her was unbearable. "I don't care what you are, what you do, or what you say, i'm your's. Forever." She smiled warmly, a tear threatning to fall. He placed a gentle kiss to each of her finger tips, leaving a tingle on her skin.
"But you shouldn't." He repeated again.
"But I do." She restated. How could this man stand in front of her, look her in the eye, and tell her that they weren't meant to be together? He couldn't.
"Then you're insane." He whispered in his dark, sily, dreamy voice. She smirked.
"If that means that you will let this subject alone, then i've gone completley bonkers." She giggled. They kissed in the winter snow, but his cries for her to believe him rang through the frosty air.
I hoped you liked it! Its weird, I made him like, Edward Cullen like. He's afraid he might hurt her, afraid of who he is and all that jazz.