Harley
He is staring at me and my heart is racing. How can I be so angry with someone and want him in my arms? It doesn't make any sense to me.
"I said I needed time,'' I tell him.
He opens the door wider but doesn't walk in "I just want to be close to you,'' he confesses and it makes my heart swell. I hate that he makes my heart swell. I hate that I am not angry with him anymore because of that confession.
"Why won't you let me die?''
He sighs and then runs his fingers through his hair "I love you.''
I roll my eyes "You didn't love me when you knew I was dying. Why are you trying to cheat death?'' I ask because I don't know if what he is doing is the smartest thing.
"I love you,'' he repeats.
"I'm scared,'' I do my own confessing and he nods immediately, almost like he could already sense that. "I don't want to die.''
"I know, can I come in?'' he asks.