I held a tight grip on his hand, I shook my head. Please, -- don't do this. 

His hand grazed my cheek, "oh Benjamin." He sighed. "You just don't understand."

I froze. "But what if I did?" 

        He smiled, -- his bright white teeth shining in the darkness. "But you won't." 

       And the last thing I felt was his is cold pale hand touching mine. My body getting cold, as the wind chilled my body. All I remember was placing my hand on the concrete wall beside me, -- and falling. 

And when I woke up, all that was left was a bloody hand and a scar that would never go away.