"I really like you", he said softly.

she stared at him with wide eyes, opening her mouth but no words coming out, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.*

"I was almost certain you felt the same way", he whispers.


Her eyes, now glossy look up at him, lips quivering a little. She took a deep breath and said, "I do".

Reaching out to cup her small face, he tilts it towards him and says, "then what are you so afraid of?".


"Me", she mumbles. Her eyes looking everywhere but him.

"What?", confusion laces his voice.

She gathers the courage from somewhere deep within and looks up at him.

"I'm afraid of myself. Of my mind, what it's capable of. Trust me when I say this, get out while you can. You don't want to associate yourself with someone like me. I ruin things".


He stared at her, a look of disbelief mixed with hurt flashing in his eyes.

"Why do you think that way? Think so lowly of yourself huh?".


" It's kind of hard not to", she whispered.

*"It's like everything I touch, dies. So, please I beg you, I care about you too much to see you crumble. Don't get into this".