#metalhawk

• “Hawk, let’s just go,” you whisper, looping your arms around his neck and he smiles. “We don’t have to wait.” Everything about you is a temptation. One he knows he has no right to seize. What would you say if you saw the real him? Knew what he really was. Would you abandon him? Fear him? Hadn’t meant to lie to you, but now he doesn’t know how to tell you. The lies adding up over the time he’s known you until he can feel the weight of them poised to crash down on him. Will you hate him when you find out? And you will when you notice he’s not aging. Should never have fallen in love with you, but he can’t just walk away, either.

• Head lowering so his forehead brushes yours, you can feel his warm breath as his arms curl around you. And everything else seems to fall away as you wait for him to answer even though you know he’ll tell you to be patient. That it’s only a little longer. “We need to talk,” he says instead and your stomach drops. Chest aching, because when have those words ever been a good thing? They’re always code for something world shattering. He’s calling off the engagement, he cheated on you, there’s someone else. Pushing away, you smooth your hands against his chest. Wanting to be wrong. For this to be nothing. ‘About?’

• “About us,” he says and your expression is guarded. Upset. “I’ve not been exactly truthful with you.” And you’re trying to get space, expression stony. ‘Please tell me you’re not married,’ you groan and he winces. ‘I knew this was too good to be true. I knew it,’ you add, voice rising and he reaches for you, catching your upper arms as you swat at him, face reddening. “I’m not married.” What he is? A bit more complicated, but you’re worth blowing his cover for. Worth taking a chance for.