His face, body, and voice flood my mind and I can't help but wonder if he is a friend or an enemy, or maybe more. It pains me when he's away but it hurts my head when he so close. I start to yearn for his touch, but when it happens I pull away. Is something wrong with me, or I am just afraid of what might come of this forbidden love?
Author's note: wrote this way back, but never published it. Suppose to be before Aya finds out Uryuu is a quincey. ps. So sry ive taken forever to update this, I wanted to finish another before but ahh alas writer's block... on both. Its a horrible disease
