Ezra stood there staring at her in shock. He tried to process what had just happened, but he wasn't sure he even knew. He could feel the warmth of her hand still on his chest and his cheeks burned red, but he wasn't sure if it was from irritation or the fact that she had just given him his first kiss. He was seventeen, but he'd never had a girlfriend. There was never time to even think about it. His parents had made sure they'd be the ones to dictate whoever it was he married in the same that their parents did. He hadn't realized his arm was around her waist until he went to look down at his feet.

"Why?" was the only word he could seem to get out at first. Did she not hear him before? Was she trying to torture him? Was this her way to hurt him? She was physically weaker than him so maybe this was how girls like her did things. Then used their fist, while the girls used their lips. His face changed a little to show the anger, an then went back to the confused lost child look. "Why did you?" words began to form, but he still couldn't figure out how to react. "Why do you want me to suffer?"

His words felt like poison. [i]Why do you want me to suffer?[/i] The words echoed in his head and he wanted to take them back, but that was the thing about words. No matter how much you regret them once their said the damage is done. He gently grabbed her arm doing his best to keep his composure but knowing he was failing. If his parents could see him now they'd yank him away and force him to leave without looking back. This girl was playing with fire and she was going to burn herself. He forced his eyes to meet hers and he felt like he could see inside her soul, to the core of her being.

She wasn't being malicious, the way he felt towards the kiss was not what she had wanted from him. She wanted him to know something, but all he could think about was the little bit of eyes watching them. The news of the kiss would reach is parents. The women on this street had big mouths and his family was the best bakery, word would get back to them. He could feel his fathers disappointed gaze and the way his mother would look at him in fear. If news got out about this to the wrong people he was putting his life on the line and that was something she didn't seem to grasp. 

He took a step towards her. It was small and timid. His body tensed and  before he could stop himself his hand was running through her blonde locks and he was leaning towards her. "Why do you want to me to think about you when it could very well be my downfall. You're a naive girl. Kissing a stranger the way you did. Pushing yourself into me through just your lips. Why do you want me to suffer? Every time I close my eyes I'll see you and I'll feel those lips," his thumb gently traced her mouth, "I'll feel your hair in my hand and I'll be left wondering why I met you at a time like this, and you'll be sitting in your bedroom on your comfortable bed wondering why I'm being so cold towards you. If your smart you'll never come to that bakery, my bakery, and you'll never think about me again. But I don't think you're that smart."

His eyes darted around her face trying to see how she was taking his words. He was still a teenager and when someone gives you the smallest bit of affection after being through so much pain you can't help but love them in an instant. He started to wish he would die right there so he wouldn't have to suffer, so she wouldn't have to see the world crumble at her feet. If she stuck around long enough and if Hitler kept speaking then she would slowly see his decline into nothing but madness as he held onto her memory, this memory.