He walked up behind me and placed his warm hands upon my shoulders.
He leaned in close to my ear. I could feel his hot breath flowing over my skin.
He whispered, "I love you."
My breath caught in my throat.
I couldn't breathe.
My hand flew to the base of my throat. My fingers gently squeezed, as if the simple acting of gripping my own throat would help me suck in the air that I desperately needed.
His hands slowly slipped off of my shoulders. I felt cold. I turned to face him.
I could see his brown eyes.
I couldn't read them.
I whispered to him softly, so softly that I could barely hear myself.
"I love you too."
He smiled.
"It would never work," he said as the smile left his beautiful face.
I stared at him.
Then I woke up.
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