((Due to a bizzare ezwhore thing, the post of Anjali's above this one got deleted....It was a brilliant and inspired post - just know that.))

So many feelings rushed through him as she started in on him, as she pushed past him, the contact far from what he wanted - from what he needed. Anger rushed the quickest, though, making all other thoughts null and void in that instant. He never should have come.

He never should have allowed himself to give into the cry of his heart and let himself get involved with her.

Though, it wasn't his fault. She was the one who had been so damn enticing. She'd been the one to draw him first into her arms, to break down even his ability to remain cold and steely when fucking a girl.

Hell! She'd tricked him into making love to her!

He clung to each irrational thought with all the tenacity of a leech sucking blood. Each thought only detracting more from the true heart of the matter. The heart that he refused to acknowledge even as she finally through it directly at his feet.

"You hold everyone to impossible standards, and can't even bring yourself to the most basic compassion."

In that moment the guilt that had started to tug at him when she called him on not responding to her own letters in a timely manner slipped from him as he crossed to her, fingers curling around her upper arms in an impossible grip. His nose came to within a millimeter of her own as he whispered his retort.

"Do you know what it took for me to come here? What it took for me to chance seeing you knowing, knowing that you'd not cared enough to respond?" He swallowed hard, trying to keep the utter fear from his eyes; trying to hold back his last words. "Just tell me, Anjali...just tell me if you've fallen for him."