"Why?" His voice, which was conversational before, begins to carry in it a note of strain, like a badly tuned guitar.

"Because- I- I don't have to explain myself to you." How I wish I sounded angry, but I only sound tired.

"No, you don't." He pauses. "I wish you would though. I just want to understand why you keep pushing me away."

"It dosen't matter, okay? Please stop pushing, you don't want to find out what will happen."

"You don't even know what will happen. Stop making me push."

"Look." I finally turn to him, finally angry, if only a little. "You don't even know me. Thank you for saving my life and all, but really. I hurt people. Its what I do. None of those boys meant anything, and none of them had the potential too. They were safe. You are not fucking safe, alright?" As soon as the words leave my mouth, I think I've said too much.

He says nothing for a long minute, and then shakes his head and stands up into a stretch. "I think with your sister here, you'll be okay with me gone. I'll check on you later." He walks towards the door, and opens it to show softly fading light.

"I don't think that-"

He looks towards me and smiles a smile that is both kind and cruel. Shivers dance their way down my spine. "So, I have potential right? Potential to be what, I wonder?" He walks out before my mouth starts to work again.

I tell the dingy white door and empty kitchenette that I do not believe in love. I sense a certain amount of disbelief in them.