True Loneliness 19 Matthew I knew I was probably making her a little uncomfortable but I just wanted her to know, I wanted her to have an inkling of a thought that I was talking about her. If only I could read her mind, she seemed to keep catching my eyes. "So are you still looking?" She asked, she then licked her lip and I saw the soreness. She caught me staring again. "What? It's a cold sore" she chuckled. I couldn't stop myself I was knelt down in front of her, I gently pulled her hand out from under the covers. There was no resistance as a tear fell down her cheek. I smiled softly as I caressed her bruised wrists. She winced and didn't stop watching me as the tears continued to flow. The hunger was being pushed away by the strong desire to protect Jazmine, my cold heart seemed to beat on its own. I caressed her face, wiping each tear away. I could feel her head relax into my hand as her eyes fluttered then closed. She nuzzled into my hand, she almost felt like a child. Her face so warm in my freezing cold hands. "Mmmm, your cold hard hands feel nice" she purred. I didn't want to spoil this situation, I was so close. "Jaz you deserve so much more" I spoke softly, the tears began to fall and she became alert. "What do you mean?!" She sat up and looked at me confused "I have kids, I'm married, what am I doing? Is this okay?" She stood up and so did I, she began to pace. I pulled her close as she broke down. "Is this okay?" She continued to repeat. It felt like ages till she calmed down. I was beginning to get weaker, the fight between my hunger and my will to protect was getting tougher. I needed to do something, anything to reduce her #depression. Then I thought of something, the only thing that could either make her hate me or love me.