There's No Cure To Love-Sickness
There is a line that one cannot cross.
Not because it is dangerous and not because it invades someone else's privacy but because it will hurt you in the end.
He told me to move, but my stubborn nature refuses to move from the stair's landing.
How long are you going to play this stalling game? He asked.
I cannot tell. Why would my heart feel this way if it were a game? Seriously, there is always never a reply to my questions.
Move, he once again demanded.
No. I will not let you go on your own. Injured and battered, what can you do in this condition? Though you may think it unnecessary of my worry for you, I will not let you go alone.
Because if you die, it will hurt me once again.
A/N: I've just noticed I didn't do a disclaimer! *gasp. Oh well.