I'm unsure. How can I trust this person, she doesn't know who I am....what I've done. It was an accident really, at least that's all she has to know. Why is she looking at me like that? I'm not much to look at. Plain black hair, tan skin, same old brown eyes. I'm boring. Oh god, but she's stunning. The moonlight reflects off her porcelain skin, her eyes are mesmerizing, and her lips...No, stop. I can't do this, I can't drag her in. Can't ruin someone so perfect. Does she see it? The accident in the middle of the arena? Does she know it was me? Part of me hopes she does...the other part, not as much. She needs to run, before she's swept in. And once she's in, she's there for the taking...I could take her, but what kind of person would that make me...? The same impulsive person I've always been I guess. But she doesn't need impulse she needs stability and comfort. Oh but what fun I would have ruining her. Destroying her perfect dress, messing up her hair, making her lip bleed.... perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all...she might even enjoy it.