Christopher was silent, his body rigid and still like he had been struck by a meteorite.
The air in the room thickened, heavy with the weight of her words.
She was looking at him, and there was no denying that her confession was true. It was there in her eyes.
"Christopher?" Alexa's voice was a fragile whisper.
"Alexandra you can't." He said, still lying stiff on top of her. "You can't love me."
Despite being prepared to hear the rejection, she felt a slight clench in her stomach, a kick maybe, and she hoped her countenance hasn't betrayed her emotions.
"Why not?" She asked. "I know what I feel."
"Alexandra, you just can't," he repeated, his tone firmer. "You can't because I can't love you back." He said and rolled off from her, cold air quickly replacing the warmth he once gave.
