Blind Love

The world has gone dead still on its axis, at least for Zachariah, it did. Sitting on a small bench down a deserted walkway, now getting drenched by the rain, his worst fear has definitely come true. Not but a few moments ago, he confessed his love to me, for me only to show him that I am the very same thing he was trying to save me from. The heartbreak in those soft blue eyes does bring my own heart pain. Never ever could I have thought that I shall hurt a friend in this way. Would he now despise me as much as he does Sebastian? Shall he even go as far as to drive a dagger through my heart? Then again, would this have made a difference if he had told me before? Would it be his arms that I would seek the comfort of?

Yet, he remains still; he has not moved a slight bit in the past few minutes that he has known. I guess I can safely say that he shall not be killing me, well, at least not tonight. His dagger is only but an arm's reach; what stops him from driving it straight thr