To be continued...

As she lay there naked, gazing into his blank stare, she asked "what are you afraid of?" And without out pause he replied "nothing". A look of disgust replaced her smile as if she yearned for a specific answer, an answer that would validate her existence, their life, and all her efforts. But no such response came, he was not capable of masking the cold, hard exterior that ran deeper than anyone could imagine.

The moment 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 were his manors and gentlemanly tactics not good enough? Why did she want to uncover a place, a feeling, and an experience that he was not comfortable revealing or capable of containing?

He knew that once those feelings were allowed to bubble to the surface there would be no turning back. The monster that lie inside would be given free reign over him and all in his presence. That's what she, what no one could understand, those walls that he built, high and strong, were not to keep people out. 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 pain and anger...