“Take my hand.”

“No way..”

“I’m not asking you to marry me, I’m trying to save your life!”

His extended hand waited until pulling away.

Getting up from his knees, he stared into her worried eyes.

“You’re going to say no until the very end, won’t you?”

She nervously nods before looking down at her fidgeting hands.

Her nails burying into her palm, leaving cresent prints all over the skin.

He takes a step closer and lets the box escape his grip, falling down to the hardwood floor.

“I really did try to save you. I did.”

She looks up into his hooded eyes, fogged with dissapointment and pity.

“I know. I know and I’m sorry. But no, no, alright? I don’t want-“

And he takes a step closer, letting her escape his grasp, falling to the hardwood floor.