What do you want from me?” The question repeats like a plea. His eyes search mine as he looms over me. The wall is cracking, my heart with it. “I don’t know.” The confession is little more than a breath. “Then set me free.” “What?” “You consume my every waking moment. Devour my thoughts. You’ve poisoned my halls with your scent. Flooded my dreams to the point that I cannot tell if it is a delight or a nightmare to want to drown in you. If you hate me, then hate me, let us be eternal rivals. Let any future where you and I are more than enemies finally be done and gone.
