Afraid of the Dark

"This is wrong." My voice cracked as I stated the obvious.

Pete shook his head, but he said, "Yes. Very wrong. Very, very wrong."

But the fire blazed on in his eyes--black with passion, as bleak and inviting and neverending as eternity.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm not good. For you." He added the last part a second too late, and the words formed two separate statements.

I said, "I know. I don't mind."

And the worst part was that I knew it was the truth.