"Are you afraid?" 

His voice ring over the silence as my skin tensed up. 

"Yes, to lose you." I bite the bottom of my lip. 

My throat is dry and my hands are suddenly cold. Being nervous is not the best thing to do at the moment. 

He tug a smile, "You won't lose me. I will choose you, and I won't fail to do so." 

Thats when the bell rang. The bell that may tear us both apart as a warm cloth cover both of my eyes.