Catalena's Perspective
For a moment, neither of us moved. The stillness crept through my body, my hand beginning to tremble a little, until finally he reached up to close my hand. He stepped closer as my heart crashed into my chest. His hand held over my closed fist, his other finding the curve of my hip. The fear of rejection was slowly creeping it’s way to the surface, my eyes beginning to sting with fresh tears. He stood so close I could feel his breath wash over my face as he spoke, “is it my turn now?”
I parted my lips, but the words caught in my throat, unwilling to speak themselves. His hand finally dropped from my fist and like a heavy weight it hung back to my side in disappointment. Only, it didn’t last long. From his own pocket, he pulled something out. A white gem captured my
