A/N: I had to change a line that was bugging me.

Cruel

She leans close, touching

saying words he doesn't want to hear.

She's drunk.

This isn't what he wants.

She's what he wants.

But not like this.

Not now.

She's closer, soft.

He breathes her in.

It hurts. She hurts.

He closes his eyes.

He can't let this happen.

Not this way.

Her lips are brushing his.

It's fire, burning.

It's not real.

But he wants it to be.

He can pretend it's enough.

For now it will be.