Sabastian
When we were younger it was a grab of the hand, or the ends of her hair. As we got older, she became wilder. My warning pulls would just make her more aggressive, until one day she kneed me in the balls. I grabbed her by the throat outside the girl’s locker room, she was fourteen. It was the first time Dainy Hallow really saw me. The first time she whispered my name, the first time that she realized we were just the same.
Now here we are in my family manor, alone. Her body so close to mine, with only our hands to separate us, our mouths inches apart. The air is charged, our breathing labored, we both want that kiss. But as all the times before, the only one who knows why, who understands it, is me.
I clench my jaw and push her away, gently.
“Sabastian,” She whispers and it always brings me to my knees. Her eyes alight with something I haven't seen in them before, and some hope sparks in me. I've always loved Dainy, I will always love Dainy, even now at sixteen I know that.