My beloved if furious…furious not even the word to say.
She is only, but an arm reach away from me. I have the absolute burning desire to pull every inch of her body into mine. I need her closer to me than we have ever been before.
But I am frightened.
The thought of losing her feels like hot knives piercing me, stealing my breath.
So I move but only an inch closer. I watch as she wants to move away, but yet she stays. Maybe this is the sign that I am waiting for.
"My beloved, please, can we go talk? Please, if only for a second, can you please just listen to me?"
Watching her hesitate kills me, but I can see it in her eyes. I know my beloved's eyes; I know that somehow I have reached her.
"You have five minutes, Sebastian."
I softly lace my fingers in her hand and lead her to one of the farside chairs.
I do not waste a single minute. I have five minutes, and I am going to make them count.
