"It's something about the way your hair falls in your face," Bobby softy brushed it back behind my ear, "that takes my breath away." He remained silent for a moment to collect his thoughts. "I don't want to wait an eternity to touch you Rogue. I'd rather take my chances now, then live forever questioning what I could have had." He bent forward and gently stroked my cheek, trailing his thumb and palm down my jaw line. Bobby smiled but stopped suddenly, gripping his chest with his free hand. Rapidly his air passages compressed and he hunched over painfully.

My eyes widen in horror as I was bolted wake. He just stared at me, his hand still clinging to my face. "Bobby!" I screamed as I shoved him away. His eyes frosted over and he collapsed to the floor.

"Someone help me!" I franticly yelled through my tears, his lifeless body growing blue with every passing moment.

Two gentlemen burst through the doorway and ran to his side.

"He touched me… I never meant to hurt him… help him please," I incoherently sobbed.

"I'm not getting a pulse here," shouted a tall lanky man. "He's flatlining we need to hurry and get him into the ER," replied the other.

Oh my god Bobby. I couldn't handle it anymore as I blindly dashed from my bed. The fear of hurting another person because of what I am, pulled at my insides and all I could do was run from the pain.

To be continued…


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