Thou shall see no evil. But what I see in my dreams cannot be undone. Thou shall hear no evil. But how can I ignore my racing pulse, sounding like a drum when he comes near. Thou shall speak no evil. I had not spoken it, but I wanted to. To say it was all right, that it didn't matter, and that I still craved his kiss. But I couldn't. Even as he looked at me with that sad look.
I tried to avoid him. I started eating at irregular times, so I couldn't sit with Marco and Ace anymore. Because I would tell him the impossible. He was so close yet so out of reach. Every time those sad eyes reached out, I could not grab the extending hand. Because to do so would be sin. But no matter how many times I told my heart, it would not listen. It still loved him nonetheless, the dumb thing.
Every time I slept, he appeared anyway. I would grab his arm, and I tell him, it doesn't matter. It doesn't. He then smiles his wonderful smile, and kisses me properly, with his soft lips. And I will smile and take his hand. His skin proceeds to touch mine, marked and tarnished as it is, but it doesn't matter to him. His smell will mingle with mine. And then we will become one.
But these dreams are forbidden, and they shouldn't matter to me. Still, I yearn for these dumb fantasies to become truth. But Ace said it himself. I can't. Words so true, they hurt. They hurt my poor heart, which has chosen the wrong thing.
