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Miss Marilyn
Marilyn's eyes were glassy...and close to spilling. Why was he doing this to her? She look upon him, raking her eyes over his face, memorizing every scar, line, and freckle. He was practically begging her to kiss him...
...but she couldn't. Not right now. Things were different...Too much had happened. What did he expect? Marilyn to jump into his arms?
Trying to push away the urges to do just that, the blonde did the only thing she knew how to do.
She got angry. Irrationally angry...
"No, I'm not, Rafe...We can't do this. I'm sorry." Her voice seemed a little harsh...but that was the only way to get herself out of this situation. Kissing him was a bad, BAD idea. The Slytherin knew it...
Rafe was confused and weak. Why was this so difficult for her? He was in a pit of dispair and wanted just this...just one good memory. A tear rolled down his cheek. He was breaking. Any control he had over his emotions seemed lost now. His heart was causing so much pain that he felt numb all over. He didn't know if he could make it through the summer feeling like this.
"Marilyn please," he looked deeply into her eyes,
"If you ever loved me, you'll grant me this one last request. After all I've done for y--." He took in a deep breath.
"Please, I'll never ask anything of you ever again."