• "..Can I talk to you, For a minute.?" His voice sounds slightly cold and vivid. He is looking away, So his eyes wont meet my own. There is something in his voice that tells me something is wrong, I have never heard him sound like this, I'm getting worried of what he wants to talk about, 'Of course' I say quickly, Wondering what he's implying. 'Well...' With that one word, I'm flooded with fear and worry. As he continues, the feelings grow worse. '...This is a very short minute, And I have alot to say...' With that last word, He holds my hands in his. I swear he can feel my pulse going crazy. As we stand in silence, Things get tense. It is starting to rain, A storm must be on its way, As I think to myself this minute has become five. '... Well, I'm really sorry, But...' And with this, He stops. He finishes mid sentence, Pulls his hands from mine and he begins to sprint in the direction of his car. before I even have time to realise, He is speeding half way down the street.