You can't take me. You can't take me." She sobs.
All my life I have been called hard, stoic, impenetrable and untouched. But why are the tears of this young girl affecting me so much like this? I want to reach to her and lift her and wipe her tears. Her sobs are gut wrenching. I look at the cause of her heart ache. He is standing there with pain etched on his face. It is obvious he is fighting all the instinct in him to reach for her. He is a fool. But she is mine. She is mine too and I hate that she's feeling pain but some dark twisted part of me is grateful that she said no to him. That means she can be mine. I have never been so sure of anything in my life. She belongs to me and I am going to take her to where she rightfully belongs.
"What are you doing??" She says crying but she do
