I can't trust him. I can't... I won't.... I am not able to. I can't trust him!
These words are haunting me over and over again, and our dance feels like it was completely put of sync. I step towards him and he steps back in a rush. When he steps towards me, I take at least three steps back and refuse to allow him to get close. And I can't help but wonder. Is this how it's going to be? Of course, this was doomed from the start, but did it really had to be like this?
My eyes close slowly and my lips part as I let out a sigh. My arms against him stop pushing and his body seems to relax a little as this happens.
"Thomas..." I whisper weakly. "Tell me about her." I dare to say and slowly open my eyes.
A saddened smirk, a grin of those creepy ones he sometimes gives me, curls on his lips and
