* Reda Faith *
My heart racing faster than when I am running on the treadmill, with his hands holding both my palms I couldn't even have enough strength to pull them back away from him. His warmth that filled my skin and my whole body became fully aware of his appeal like a prey I am lured towards him. But I should think back on how my father was unhappy with him, how he was smiling back then when I moved with him to Australia. My mind is ruling over my heart, I can't be with him if it would cause so much pain and sadness for my Dad and my grandpa.
"Axel, I. Please let go of my hand."
For a moment he was confused and his hand refused to let go which I have no enough strength to pull back again.