First Book What is fate? Does it exist? What is love? Is it worth it? Should we believe and accept it? 'We all need a shoulder to cry on', he said with a whisper. 'I know. But I don't need any shoulder, in fact I don't need anybody... nor you' I said drily avoiding any eye-contact. 'Of course you don't need me', he said still looking at me with so much emotion that I could not point it out. 'Then what do you want? What are you doing here?' I asked feeling less confident than before. Of course he is judging me with those beautiful eyes of his. He chuckled and grabbed me chin, making me face him. 'I want you to love me', he finally said. Johnny Apple, South Africa