How many times have I watched that bastard walk away from me? And how many more times will I do it before one of us ends this, one way or another?

How many times will I have to watch that arrogant bastard walk away… his long, silver hair swaying in the wind… wishing I could just grab him and steal that kiss I've always wanted from his luscious lips, stroke those delicate stripes, make his ice melt in my arms… and know that he really could kill me?

How many more times will I have to wonder why he doesn't?