He couldn’t believe the words that came out of her mouth, even when he tried his hardest to show that hatred was never a feeling he’d have for her — even if they did separate for MONTHS. ( and of course, that was his own doing. ) The weight of the world pressed against his chest the longer he watched her. He knew there had to be an internal war beneath her visage. As the same happened underneath his own. His heart and his pride, an eternal battle that never ended well .. especially when it came down to her. The very vice that broke his old ways or so he hoped, even to this day. It took everything in him not to wrap his arms around her and soothe away the pain. 

                    But the moment she closed the gap between them, he felt his walls surround him and his heart grow a thick layer of ice for the sake of his own sanity. His body tensed underneath her touch into pure titanium though his eyes never left hers. He was a walking paradox underneath her gaze. Eyes spoke words of the soul, truthful and raw, yet his body screamed of his unwavering fight to never fall. His lips parted slightly but not a single word was spoken, let alone was a sound made. He was speechless but his actions spoke louder than what he could ever say to her. A step was taken away from her meanwhile his hands moved to grab hers, lowering them off of his face to feel her lithe fingers against his own. If that was what she wanted, then she’d have to dig deeper for such words. ❛ You want me to hate you, is that it? You want to go about your days thinking that I hate you? ❜  // continued from here.