A/N.: Because two wrongs don't make a right.


Putting Out The Fire

His hands come winding up her arm until they come to a stop, the rough pads of his fingertips gripping the suddenly-sensitive flesh of her upper arms. His voice comes above the din of rampant thoughts in her head, it's barely a whisper but his words are strong and electrifying.

"There's really nothing that I can say because I'm just a little too close to loving you and you're just a little bit far beyond what I deserve."

He watches for her reaction and she hates it, she feels like one of the countless living experiments she observed indifferently. She screams at him to let her go but he only holds on tighter.

"This is the only time you've ever wanted to hold me."

His thumbs are slowly rubbing circles into her flesh and truly, she has caught fire. His eyes, ebony and bottomless, keep her in a trance, unable to move so that she continues to burn.

"I could ask for your forgiveness, I could change and be better, be good. But neither of us can forget, and when we go to sleep each night and I hold you tightly because I'm scared you'll leave me, I'll know that neither of us can pretend either."

As if once wasn't enough.

"So tell me now, can I just love you from afar?"


- DarlingDearestDeadForever