It Don't Come Easy

"I love you!" She screamed. Her tone was frantic and confident. Two traits not usually present anywhere in her. Her arms were up. They hung there along with the statement. Her gaze was directly on and cut through him. Another rarity for her; eye contact. Her chest was tight and she was already beyond tears in this. "That is not my fault," His tone was flat and honest. He was not trying to be cruel, though, he knew that when she spread this story around like a secret he would be the villain. He will have done all the offense. He had an overwhelming urge to comfort her but knew that was a lot of how they found themselves here. Like this. He was always pleased with her and wanted to please her. As impossible a task as that was for both of them. He was not known for being pleasing and her not known for being pleased.