Lost His deep blue eyes were burning into me as I fought the urge to slap him into next week. "I should have known not to expect too much from you, getting attached means getting hurt." "Then why did you let yourself get attached?" I stared into the pools of his eyes, his gaze hardening, as if I could see into his very soul; and in that moment I knew that he was feeling everything that I was. "Because by the time I realised what was happening, I was already in too deep." I had tried so hard to remain whole, but my voice was shaky as this came out. I lowered my gaze to my tightly fisted hands, I could feel my nails biting into the soft skin of my palms, but I didn't care. He gently reached out and tilted my face to meet his as tears streaked down my face. I saw his gaze soften as he pulled me to him, "I think we were both out of our depth when we started this game we're playing, we lost ourselves along the way." I leaned further into him wanting to think that this understanding meant that everything would be alright, but it wouldn't. Neither of us were capable of handling the emotions we felt, they just dragged us on and on. And as I played with a stray lock of my flaming red hair I realized that he was right; I'd lost myself somewhere along the way. © Emily Hay 28/12/2012