Intentions

He cast a glance across the room, wishing not to believe it and yet knowing it was true. All this life he had hated her and yet here he was, realizing in a single moment that all his life he had been blind.

He desired her.

He reached out a hand but she took no notice; her eyes were averted away. It struck his heart like a whip ripping through his skin and flesh.

It was hopeless. She'd never be his.

All his life he had hated her - this was all she knew.

She knew nothing of his intentions.


Author Note: I thought I'd try a TRADITION drabble - exactly 100 words. And I hated writing it. Too short. I mean, I like short, but 100 words is just too little!