Everyone loves to dance. It's great and fun to do but my bones started to crack against each other and hurt like crazy. I had to terminate Hazel's personal show. I wasn't the perfect dancer on earth. I had to sit my butt down before ending up in a coma. I wanted to show off and burn her stomach with waves of laughter but my body was too old to flow like Chris Brown.

I was hungry too.

I needed in my mouth this time.

Piece of advice, if you're eating with your man and he doesn't even try to put food in your mouth. He doesn't have any type of affection inside. He probably cares about you deep down but he doesn't know how to prove his warm affection towards you. That's a big issue. Nowadays, husbands don't care about their wives like they used to.

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This generation is different.

I remember back in the good old days, gentlemen used to open doors for their women, bring flowers to their wives on their way back home, make love to them every night like it was the end of the world. Now, men are trying to skip dinner to watch a live soccer or basketball game.

Women!

Women don't cook for us anymore. My beautiful women used to be different. They used to cook, do laundry, give us affection. Some of them used to open doors for their husbands.

Where are all these kinds of women? Where?

"Wow?" Her teeth melted the food in her mouth as it flew down her throat."You made this?"

"No," I stated. "The birds did," I said, sarcastically as a smile played on her face, silently. "I'm glad you're enjoying it though. I did it with love."

"I can taste your love in it." She thanked me. "You're really talented. I'm jealous." Her words splashed in my mind, positively. "You really need to teach me how to be a better cook."

"I can teach you a lot of things." I bit my upper lip as my eyes examined her body, not missing a single detail. "Come sit on my lap. I'll make sure my electric penis is professionally sharpened." I balanced the truth with a silly joke.

I was serious. I wanted to hunt her down and cook her alive.

It wasn't easy to be alone with a Goddess and refuse to send her to Heaven. How is this possible that someone could be so gorgeous? Hazel had the last ink of deep beauty in her blood. No poison could kill my feelings for Hazel. No rain could wash away my good intentions towards her. No females could make me feel better or take her place. No medicine could heal my fear of losing her. No rings could be strong enough to show our alliance.

She was one of a kind.

Hazel, please don't break my heart. I don't want our memories to fade away. I don't want your voice to contaminate my soul with loneliness. I don't want your heart to poison mine with hatred. I don't have to give God an excuse for losing his angel.

I want to be your fire when it's cold. The pillow that you hold against your soft face so tight at night.

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I'm letting you in. I don't want to regret anything or lose something good anymore. I want to be all in.

"Hazel?" I broke the silence. "Come here." She made her way to me and sat on my lap. "I need to talk to you." She flew her perfect fingers through my hair as she agreed to listen to me, attentively.

"I'm here, babe."

"I want to start by saying that you are an amazing girlfriend. Today might be our first date but I feel like when I'm with you, dates, hours, minutes, seconds aren't enough for me. I'm the type to let things destroy my dark soul inside. I'm the type to run away from situations like this. Relationships. I dated a few girls but I never gave them a chance to really get to know the real me. It was all about meaningless sex. Except you. There's something about you, Hazzle. I just can't control myself anymore whenever you get close to me. I feel like butterflies are having kids under my skin, purposely." I paused and tried to collect my words altogether. "I have a terrible past. Dark secrets. Things I'm not ready to share with anyone. I'm letting you in and I want you to know that you can count on me. I give my heart to you, Hazel Brown. Please take good care of it. I have nothing left inside. Just trying to collect all the pieces so I can love again."

"Again?" She asked with a curiosity mark on her forehead. "And why are you talking like that? You're scaring me." She admitted. "I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Yes." I started. "There was a girl." I sighed. "Her name was Jessica. I don't want her in my life anymore, I can assure you. I don't want you to worry about her because she'll never take your place." I kissed her forehead. "I promise."

"I hope." Her pale face whispered sadness under her sudden reaction.

"Aye." I grabbed her chin, slowly. "Look at me." She obeyed. "You're the only one I want. I don't want anybody else, do you hear me?" Tears greeted her eyes, slowly. I squeezed my teeth against each other.

Control! Control yourself, Hawk!

Unhappy tears kill your soul and poison your heart.

"Waffle," I wiped out her tears. "The only time I want to see tears in your eyes is when you're happy. I hate to see you cry. You're worth it and I swear to you that I'll never hurt you. Mark my words." I repeated. "Mark my words."

"I don't want you to leave my house." She started. "Promise me." Her tears started to fall more and more. "Promise me, Hawk!" Her voice emerged with pain.

"I can't promise you that." I sighed. "I have my own life and I don't want to talk about that right now. We have time to think about that. Right now, I want you to be strong for our first date and try to make things better. I want this to be romantic." I forced a smile. "Can you do that for me?" I asked, trying to make our day better.

This is why guys don't express their feelings. When we do, things get worse. I don't want to see my girl in this position. No! I hated the fact that Hazel was so insecure about herself and our relationship. I wanted to tell her that It was too late and I was falling in love with her but I felt like It really didn't matter anymore. I didn't want her to feel bad. I wanted our night to be romantic.

I ruined it.

Expressing my feelings was not a good idea at all.

"There's something I want to show you." I carried her on my back as I started to walk in the forest as the darkness grew more with my footsteps.

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"Where are we going?" She whispered in my right ear as she wrapped her hands around my neck, tightly. "It's so dark. I can't see anything. It's dangerous. Can we go back?" She was paranoid.

Why are girls so scared of the dark?

What are they afraid of?

"You're safe, Waffle," I replied as I kept walking to my favorite destination. "You're with me. I won't let anything happen to you, Babe."

I didn't want to fail my job as a real man. My father taught me better. I wanted to make Hazel feel safe. I wanted to destroy her bad imaginations with positive answers. I wanted my baby to be happy and enjoy that little adventure with me. I was her man and I was also her protector.

A few years ago, I was that little kid running in the forest, playing hide and seek with my father. Eating Icecreams on my favorite tree, killing spiders with dirty rocks, swimming in that sweet small lake with iguanas by my side. Lakeshore.

'." My father used to scream, trying to warn me to be careful.

Years, years and years, my father watched me with precautions. Little did I know, he was in danger. We were in danger but he still wanted to impress me and make me happy by bringing me to my favorite place. 'Daddy, Daddy, can we please go to the forest today? Please, please, please.' I used to say to him. He was putting himself in danger for my own happiness.

He loved me. He loved me so much.

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"Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?" Hazel asked, worryingly. "Are you okay?" She kissed my left cheek.

"My father and I used to come here all the time."I chuckled. "Stop running, you might hurt yourself, little one. He used to tell me whenever I'm trying to catch a white bird. I know it was impossible to catch one. Birds fly and humans walk but I felt like anything was possible because he was right there next to me. He was my happiness."

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"What's that place?" She worshipped the little garden full of fresh flowers."It's beautiful." I felt like Hazel ignored my little story to prevent pain. I was already hurt and I was fighting with my pain, silently.

I brought Hazel to this place on our first date because I wanted to feel close to her. The forest was like my second home. I had so many souvenirs. It defined me in every way. I grew up here. I wanted Hazel to be in my world.

That was my world. That was my home.

"!" A deep male voice crashed my thoughts with dangerous warnings. "Hawk Wale!" As soon as I turned around, a big surprise flashed our view, unexpectedly.

, Colin Halls, his crew.

Colin Halls was Jessica Halls' older brother.

"What do you want, Colin?" I asked, trying to stay in front of Hazel. Just to protect her.

"I knew you would come back." Colin laughed with a devil tone. "You came back and unprepared too" His friends laughed. "Who's that beauty next to you? Did you tell her what happened to Jessica? Did you tell her that you murdered my own sister?" He spoke a lie.

"I didn't kill Jessica, Colin. You and I both know that she died in prison." I spoke the truth.

"What is going on here, Hawk?" Hazel interrupted our conversation as she tried to get answers. "Did you really do that?" Hazel's words broke me in a million pieces. She thought I was a criminal.

Was Hazel serious? She was. It killed me completely when I heard my own girlfriend accusing me of something she didn't even know about.

"No." Colin ignored Hazel. "You paid someone to kill her. Your father was your accomplice." He yelled. "Did you tell your sweet girlfriend that you were once in a gang? You used to kill and run. Did you Hawk?"

A bad boy never shares his secrets. What was Hawk hiding?