We sat there for a while, his forehead pressed against mine, his hand tangled in my hair as I gripped his shirt tightly in my hands. Thinking, he was thinking, confused. I understood it, his confusion, since I went through it myself. Finally, he let go of me, pulling away, and I let him. How could I hold him back? How could I hold on to him, when I was promised to another? I could see the lost look in his eyes as he backed away and I let him, feeling the absence of him like a cold settling into my bones. “I...I need to think.” He said, his voice coming out strange. Flustered, he was flustered, confused, and scared.
I nodded, even when all I wanted to do was cry. He stood and I followed him, my hands out ready to catch him if he staggered on his leg. I wasn’t sure how well I heale
