just another love story
You sat there, folded into yourself, the concaves under your eyes red from fatigue. You were shivering so violently I could feel the trembling in the air, through the narrow space between us. I wanted to reach out and touch you. I wanted to steal the cold dew from the rain off your cheeks so you could rest, but I feared your reaction. You were defeated and vulnerable and any affection on my part may have thrown you into further despair. As much as I wanted to be near you, to hold your face in my hands and kiss your pouting lips, I wasn't selfish enough to ignore your reserve. I inhaled sharply and held it. I did not want you to mistake a sigh for annoyance, so I watched even my breathing.
"Tea or coffee?" I whispered, just barely loud enough for you to hear.
You glanced at me quickly as if you were startled out of a dream, the light from the city flickering over your irises and filling them with countless fires in red, gold, and blue. It tore me apart, not touching you. Who woul