Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

Little Solar System

Don't ask me why him worrying about my coughing was making me laugh. Maybe it was funny that he wasn't able to recognise that I was hiding a laugh.

That he was making me laugh.

"No-thing is wro-ng. Don't worry about it."

I exclaimed, holding myself back in.

"There is."

He came closer, catching me off guard once again.

This time I knew i didn't had any excuse. The elevator doors weren't going to open anytime soon. None of us were focused on getting it to open.

But someone had to take the responsibility.

I drew in a quick breath, still keeping my mouth covered.

"We should try to call someone..."

He silently listened to my suggestion, coming closer and closer.

I couldn't tell if it was the air in the elevator getting heavy or my heart, but suddenly my breath sped up.

He leaned in at my level, his icy eyes coating itself with a new layer of frost. I held my breath as he held my hand covering my mouth, sending goosebumps along my arms.

I stood with my eyes wide, glancing at the way his eyes smeared through my face, stopping at my hand. My mind turned blank, too overindulged in what he was doing.

I hated it. I hated to rage a war against my mind and body. It never listened to me whenever he came close.

His hand grabbed mine, so tight that the way my skin squeezed by his left me feeling all kinds of things.

My eyes dropped down at his hand, slowly turning my little cover into a fist ball, enclosed by his.

The tension in the elevator kept escalating, so tense that you could cut it through with a knife and it still wouldn't be enough.

I drew my lips in, my eyes tracing back at his face. The corner of his lips remained stoic, so did everything else - but his eyes felt different, different from all the other times.

I felt the urge to say something, to chop off the tension and go on with our day, but I couldn't fight off this rush jumping up and down in my body, faltering my balance.

He cleared his throat, chaining my attention. I blinked as he demanded our attention back to our hands - a fistball enclosed by a big one.

I hated to admit it. A sudden picture that flashed through. A picture that made that my chest tighten down my knees.

A mini solar system.

His big fist - a ice cold planet instilling a hot and fiery one..the fingers...lines of dust circling around.

My stomach dropped.

I was witnessing a solar system.

My body stopped functioning right then and there. I kept glancing at our hands, my eyes growing tense by the second.

I looked down at the floor, pulling my hand away from his, but he held it strong, not giving up. My heart dropped.

It almost felt like he wasn't giving up on us.

He squeezed my fist, holding it right up in the air. Tears bubbled my eyes as I looked up.

"Don...stop it."

I requested softly, trying to draw my hand away.

"Stop what?" He asked, his voice just as low and soft, glancing at me.