I stare at him and he stares back. I can see fear in his eyes, almost as if he's too scared to touch me, almost as if he's too scared of how I'll react, bless him. I wouldn't hurt him though. I couldn't. How can I harm the only man in my life?
Perhaps he is more nervous than scared, this is, after all the first time we've actually been such a short distance apart. His lips part, trying to push words out but there seem to be none there. His cheeks glow red as he looks away clamping his mouth shut. I cross my legs and do not move. A lady should never make the first move. But thus, he walks away, something else has apparently stolen his attention. I continue to watch him, there's a strange feeling of delight when he steals a glance at me, teasing me. It's as if he's the sweet red apple and I'm snow white.. Or maybe it's the complete opposite.

There's a noise in the distance and I snap awake from my dream-like mood. It's her again. I hate her. She's the obstacle in my path,the reason I can't have him to myself. I watch them as he puts his hands on her neck and kisses her, gently at first and with such passion that it spins a web of hate from deep inside my soul. Jealousy takes over and I move towards them.

It must have been the hateful look in my eyes that made her scream when she saw me, I could have taken her no problem if she hadn't of ran out of the room. She's soon forgotten though, when my love looks into my eyes. I am no longer creeping in the corners of his thoughts, I have his complete attention.
He seems taller now, more masculine and built. I'm almost intimidated, not scared though, I have him caught in my glistening threads of love. So he steps closer, slowly, carefully, until he gets so close that I can feel his breath against my face. His breathing quickens as he reaches out to touch me. I've forgiven him already, it's me he really wants, it's been me all along if you ask me, he's just the type that likes to play games. I take a step towards him, but stop as he jolts back. He's fragile, I wait moment before I try again. As I start to move, so does he, he touches me but quickly moves his hand, too scared of coming on too strong. Then he does something completely unexpected. He picks me up and as I try to break free, startled by the sudden show of affection, he covers my vision with the inside of his hands and I drown in ecstasy. I'm falling faster and faster, lost in his love, it feels amazing, I feel high, all sense of reality is lost. Until I realise, it's not his heart I'm falling into.

I hit the ground with a thud. Too broken to move, too shattered to care.
I can only feel three of my legs but it doesn't even matter now, I'm drowning in a sea of angels tears and alone I'm left to die. Forever a black widow.