'Come away with me', you whispered in my ear, dripping the words like morning dew on a blade of grass.I had never wanted to hold you as much as I did then. Every atom in by body streched forward for the embrace. I held them back and it hurt. Hurt like pins stabbing in my spine. The temptation was tantalising. It was terrifying. I would have followed yuo everywhere, pulled along by the rope of your charm. I had to stay away. For my own sanity. You left. I stayed, and not even Norah Johnes could sooth the pain.
He stood staring at himself in the mirror. There were charcoal smudges on his face. It was another mask. Another thing to hide behind. Hiding made everything easier. The night had flittered along delicately. It had far exceeded his expectations. He hadn't broken down and cried, which was a nice change. Gently dipping his flannel in the warm water, he wondered what he would see when the mask came off.Like a baptism, he cleaned his face, one stroke at a time.Looking the mirror, he saw the face of a stranger. One he would rather have no contact with.