Snippet #2532336

My breath caught. For the first time in months, he was touching me, that soft, gentle touch that has always made me wonder. He tilted my face upwards, but I would not look at him. Not yet. His lips were cool against my skin, and I found myself pushing my body further against his, an arm shaking, wrapping around his waist. If I let it go on, we would be back where we started. If I let him...just for a bit longer, I could have him back. In his touch, I could feel the hesitation, the doubt, even the fear of rejection. His voice echoed all around me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes. And I was taken aback. The storm in his own, raging, and I was incapable to decipher what it meant. 'And what will we do, then?' I whispered, not trusting myself to speak louder, 'Play the happy, normal family that we aren't? This is killing me, Alec, killing me.'
I wrenched myself free and looked away again, my arms crossed, hands clutched tightly below my shoulders, trying to stabilise the shaking. I took a deep breath. 'I didn't plan to tell you. I'm moving out. Far away. If I get into Medicine. I can't stand this any longer.'