His thumbs stroke her skin, running slowly along her cheeks as he hovers near her lips and fights to keep from catching them again. A fight he's losing, as he moves by millimeters to drift closer and closer.

"You hate me," he reminds her, as if the problem here is that she's simply forgotten. Maybe remembering that will break the spell. "You called me a psycho. You think I'm an evil scumbag. You can't stand the sight of me. You wanted to forget me."