Just the beginning

As she lay there next to him, gazing into his blank stare, she asked "what are you afraid of?" And without pause he replied "nothing". A look of disgust and disappointment crept over her angelic face. She yearned for a specific answer, an answer that would validate her existence, their lives, and all her efforts. But no such response came, he was incapable of masking the cold, hard exterior that ran deeper than anyone could imagine. 

Time passed as did her anger and his interest in entertaining her estrogen laden qualms. Why couldn't she just accept him for his actions? Why weren't his manors and gentlemanly tactics good enough? Why did she want to uncover a place, a feeling, and an experience that he was not comfortable revealing or capable of controlling? 

He knew all too well that once those feeling were allowed to bubble up to the surface there would be no turning back. That monster that lie inside would be given free reign over him and all that may be in his presence. That's what she didn't understand those walls that had been built up, high and strong, were not to keep her out. No, those walls were forged in an effort to keep "it" in. He knew that there was no place for "him" in this world. No place for such raw emotion, an untapped spring of hate and anger...