Guilt

He compels a smile to alleviate me but his eyes are merely green tinted windows into his anxious soul. I see right through him. Remorse twists my stomach. I burn him with an accidental fire that the Atlantic Ocean cannot tame.¬¬¬ I'm a pyromaniac despite my will. There is nothing I can do to stop the burns thickening on his heart. Should I hurt him with my evanescence or with my infinite, unspoken lies? The prospect of his misery torments me. I care. Why can’t I love? He knows he is my silver medal, that I don’t feel the felicity I claim to. But what can you do when you love another? Another who does not love you.