' don't go' he says and I can feel his fingers tighten around my wrist. we stay like that for a few seconds. me staring down at his hand trying desperately to remember why I want to leave. he watches me - fingers slowly releasing their grip . I look at him now.
' don't go ' whispered so softly it might have been lost if it wasn't so unbelievably quiet . and his voice seems to have replaced his hand on my wrist because i'm still standing there. unable to move away. feeling his eyes bore into mine.
