'You would kill me' he said with a harsh voice. 'oh yeah, how do you know you wouldn't kill me?' 'I don't, but you would eventually find me annoying. trust me I know.' 'maybe' she breathed out. There was a silence while they both imagined what it would be like, who would kill who, and why.
So it had come to this, the decision was made, this was the end of romance and beginning of friendship? She looked at his hair and realised that a moment ago when she was running her fingers through his curls was the last time. She looked away, the idea made her sick to her stomach, it was turning at the thought. She couldn't look at him, if she did she knew she would cry, and she didn't want to let him see how sad he was making her. All she wanted was to touch that hair again.