"The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love." ~ W. Somerset Maugham
Alexei Voronin
"It was a mistake".
Her eyes narrowed as she scoffed, pushing the plates to the side of the bed."Predictable".
I didn't rise to her bait, instead I remained quiet, trying hard to put myself in order, to convince myself that this whole thing was wrong. She didn't understand, I can't be with her. My time here is limited. I'm not good for her but then why?
Why was it that as she stared at me intently, i couldn't help but want to pin her to the bed, to have my way with her , to calm the rageful and longing ache she had awakened in me.
She didn't understand.
"Whatever happened yesterday—"
