Venomous words

His neck was wet from her tears. His body was warm from her touch. He wanted so badly to turn around and hold her but he knew, it wasn't what she wanted.

If she saw his face, she might create a barrier between them. For now, this was the safest way he could be with her while she allows him.

Her arms tightened even more if possible as though seeking comfort from the familiar body. She hated herself at that moment.

She hated how weak she has become. How weak she was for him. However, when had accepted that he was her comfort as much as he was her tormentor.

Arif clenched his fist trying to hold the surging emotions in. For the three months that he had been with her, it was the first time he wished to disappear from her view.

Her tears against his skin were a feeling he would forever remember. The pain was raw and there for him to see and feel.