The last week was a dream. From soft touches to warm kisses. Filling me up in all aspects. Taking care and experimenting. It’s everything I always wanted. But he, he wasn’t the one I wanted.

My hands resting on his jaw. Following from his ear to his chin. I tipped it up. A giggle left his throat and a smile run shortly over my face. Seconds later reality hit me again, like a grey cloud in the sky, darkening this sweet moment. I looked up to him, seeing his Adams apple move nervously. He felt it too. We both felt it weighting down on our shoulders. It would begin to burned us more and more. A deadly circle of sorrow, pain and love. I spoke up, voice as soft as the cotton clouds, “We have to stop this…”

“One more week, my sweetheart.” He was fast with his words. Cutting off my sentence. I knew he didn’t want to talk about it. But I felt the need to tell him. Tell him how I felt.

“…but I need you. I need this!” I desperately plead out to the browned haired god. His hand now grabbing my hair, pulling me closer to him. Almost as if he wanted to kiss me. I was melting in his arms. Holding onto him. His woody-green eyes staring right into my souls as he whispered to me in the softest voice possible.

“You, my sweetheart, need no one but yourself. You are so incredibly smart. You can do this all by yourself. Trust me, be brave and you can conquer everything you ever wanted!”