{Glitch's POV}

I could feel his warm hand against my stomach and the butterflies that writhed inside it seemed to disintegrate under his soft touch, while his other arm was wrapped gently around my waist. I had one hand lying against his shoulder and the other dug deep beneath his short strands of hair. He leaned in close to me, and when I saw the look beneath his half-closed eyes, nothing mattered anymore. Our lips neared one another until they locked as our tongues battled slowly and passionately for dominance. I was too swept in the perfect moment to care about what anybody else thought, or what they saw for that matter. It was flawless.

But she was watching. I'd kill to have changed the past, no matter how beautiful the kiss may have been. DG stood there, with tears in her eyes and her face was twisted in pain.

"Cain… you faggot!" She screamed through oncoming sobs, and then ran away. When she took off, even when she hid her eyes with her hands, I could barely see her eyes. My heart throbbed a terrified beat when I saw the glare in her eyes as she shot daggers straight at me. It wasn't like anything I had ever seen before. Malice, anger, desperation, and most of all, will. Will for what, you ask? As much as it kills me to recall the both physical and mental scars… I'll tell you.

TBC