"What's wrong with you?"Hazel pushed me away, rapidly. "What do you think you're doing?"Her tone judged my dirty actions. She didn't want me to touch her. I was more like a stranger to her and to be honest, I was. I didn't know how to control myself anymore. It was really hard. Her body was giving me the wrong call.

I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to dig my tongue inside her mouth and between her perfect legs.

Forgive me, Hazel but I'm already dreaming of myself taking off your clothes and eating the warm cream between your thighs. I keep sinning and so far, I'm loving it. Your sacred body is driving my mind far away from Holiness.

"If you don't want me to touch you," I laid my back against the wall. "Stop walking around the house like that. You're teasing me and I'm not the type to play around with. I get really hungry when I can't have what I crave." I sighed, impatiently. "Please, If you don't want me to derange you, put your clothes on." My temper started to fade as soon as her sweet voice melted in my ears.

Hazel's voice was always the sweetest candy, the magical instrument that blesses my ears.

"I have a question." She advanced on me, her dear lips were tempting mine, secretly. "What's your biggest weakness?" Her fingers flew under my white T-shirt slowly. The temperature of my complete abs heated the base of her cold fingers. I swallowed my saliva as I tried so hard to keep my hands to myself. She really was playing with fire. "Huh?" Her teeth held the tip of my ear as she whispered, seductively. "Is it me?"

"And If I touch you, I'll be wrong right?" My penis elevated through my pants, her gentle touch made a big effect on me. "I'm done." I took her hands off me. "Stop teasing me when you know I'm craving you. Stop playing with my emotions. That's unfair." I proved an important point.

"I didn't mean to make you feel some type of way." She started. She didn't mean it, I heard dishonest in her petty voice. "I was just trying to get close to you and make you feel better. I feel bad. You're craving someone who's not here anymore." She sat on the kitchen counter. "A ghost." She tried to get under my skin.

"I'm not going to force you to remember me but I know you will," I stated, sadly. "Can you please go to the bedroom? I'll cook you something." My offer touched her heart. Her face went automatically pale. She was expecting my worst reaction but I proved her wrong.

"Why are you so nice to me?" Her question drew my attention. "Your Hazel is gone. Why can't you just move on?"

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"Stop asking me questions and go to your room." I tried to push her away so I could hide the pain under my veins. "I'm done with this conversation," I begged for silence.

"I know you're trying to be strong but I can see that you're hurting inside." She paused. "I just want you to know that it's not too late to move on and forget about me. You're really handsome and you can find someone else." Her words flashed my mind with a negative thought.

I wanted to scream at her and tell her that she was the one I wanted. I tried to control myself. At the end of the day, she was the only girl that I loved and wanted a future with.

"Hazel," I replied, gently. "Can you please go to your bedroom and wait for your food?" I begged her feet to start moving. "I'm really not in the mood. Can you? Please."

"Fine, fine." She finally agreed with me. "Please, don't take long. I'm really hungry." She climbed the stairs and headed straight to the bedroom.

Hazel, My dear Hazel.

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Hazel, My sweet Waflle, I want to scream and tell you how I really feel. I want you to hold me and tell me that it's going to be okay. I want you to see that I'm dying inside slowly and it's killing me that our memories faded after our Storyland. I want to beg you to remember me, I want to make you laugh again and feel the warmth of your suave skin on mine. I want you, Hazel. I want you, my love.

Please, remember me.

When I'm with you, I feel complete. You're the only person who can make my heart bleed like you used to do. You're an addiction, you're my benediction. Without you, I feel lost and unsafe in this shady world. I don't want to spend my future with anyone else. I choose you. I choose you, Hazel. Don't give up on me, on us, on our future baby. I need you by my side, I need you to tell me that I'm finally a father. I need you to cry on my shoulders when you feel lonely at night.

Don't forget me. Don't do this to me. Don't.

How am I going to live without you? How am I going to love someone else? How am I going to forget the woman of my life? How? Please, tell me.

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A few minutes flew by quickly, I was already on my way to Hazel. It was really late. The clock was speeding like a motorcycle on a rainy day. As I entered the room, the T.V screen burned the wall with a bright light. Hazel was watching Games Of Thrones.

My favorite show.

As soon as she laid her eyes on me, my heart jumped from my chest, unexpectedly. A few decades ago, I used to be the man who used to please her between the sheets, who used to taste and eat her for breakfast. I used to be the perfect gentleman, her handsome boyfriend, her world but everything changed. I was just a stranger. A stranger with hopeless memories.

"Who is that?" She held the only picture of my father between her fingers. "Was he important to you?" Her question navigated through my mind and destroyed my inner peace.

Why was she trying to dig into the past? That's right, her memories were buried under her own tomb. Little did she know, she was causing me more pain. My father was the only person who loved me and took care of me as a man. He was always by my side. He protected me from danger. Hazel's mother poisoned him. My own mother helped her.

Life is so unfair.

"Please, give it to me." I placed the food on the bed as I tried to get the picture from her. "That's the last memory of my father." Her reaction was the worst. I really expected her to give it back to me but on the contrary, a laugh crashed from her throat.

"Tell me, first." She refused to hand it over. "I want to know everything. Did he abandon you?" She was making fun of me and I really was losing my patience. I didn't have time for her childish games.

"I will," I agreed, urgently. "But give me the picture first." My broken tone tried to reason with her. "Please, give it back."

"What happened to him?" She asked, jokingly. "Is he dead?"

"Hazel." My blood started to burn my veins with anger. I didn't want to lose control but I was trying my best to stay calm. "I'm not playing with you. I want the picture right now!" I said under my breath as I tried to take it from her, continuously.

"Can you tell me first?" She placed the picture behind her back and tried to play the victim in the situation. "Calm down, I was just looking at it." She paused. "Why are you getting angry for? I'm not going to do anything to it."

"I know but can I have it now, please." I started, gently. "I'm really not trying to hurt you right now, Hazel." I sighed. "Just give it back to me for the last time. I'm begging you."

"No." She refused with a serious tone. "Tell me first."

"Why do you play so much?" I yelled. "Why are you so immature? Why can't you just listen for once? That's your problem! You don't listen!" My words were harsh and negative but I was telling her nothing but the truth.

"I guess, I don't."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled at her and tried to concentrate on her sick behavior. "Are you out of your mind? Why would you do that?" Tears fell upon her face as she tried to play the victim again.

"You made me do this." She replied back, her selfish pride was heating up her shoulders. "I'm sorry. I really am sorry."