The Cold And The Hot
It was too late when I realized that I was speaking my mind out loud, but I was planning to pretend I hadn't said anything. Unfortunately, he certainly wouldn't let me do that. "Why do you think you're going to lose to me?" His voice was calm, but his face was tense. The green in his eyes looked like it was on fire when he looked at me this close. Maybe I was hallucinating, maybe he wasn't as impressive in real life as I thought and saw. Was this possible? Could everything that belongs to him, every meaning of him to me, be fictitious? I was beginning to think that if I held on to this thought, it would be easier to live because it was difficult for me to even breathe around him.