This has lots of good stuff in it...most notably:

I am now transfixed by his profile. His face is pinched, but not in pain as I first thought. No it is rage. A rage that goes bone deep. A rage that I understand. It is the same rage I felt when I realized that no matter what I did I would never be able to touch another human being.

and: I clench my fists as my eyes travel a path that I wish my hands could. A sheen of sweat on his back gives him a fiery glow. As though he were a soul trapped in hell. A hell not of his choosin'.

Both of these passages pack quite the emotional punch. Nice job. --Wendie