I held still, hands shaking and eyes full.
"Do you not have anything to say?" His voice was a bit more than a course whisper.
"I have everything to say," I replied. If this was a movie the music would be swelling and he’d be striding across the room in four easy steps. He’d be brushing my hair from my face and pulling me into a kiss. We’d mold in like a fireball. "I just don’t think you’re listening." he said, and then he was walking away and the fire was spreading and it wasn’t me anymore.