a last kiss before one goes away . (married verse)
beatríz is folding some of anatoliy's shirts back into his suitcase when he emerges from the bathroom. there is one suit that has been left out and hanging up on the door of the closet, the one she said he should wear tomorrow on his flight back to moscow. he doesn't take this as her being enthusiastic that he is to leave after having arrived to find her again only so shortly before. perhaps he is optimistic in thinking that she is trying to distract herself from the fact that he leaves in the morning. there are still things they are to learn about one another. what brings them their sadness.
anatoliy comes close to enough to duck his head into the empty space that imbalances their gazes and presses a kiss, just as soft as the temple where it lands upon her head.
≪ thank you, ≫ he says once he is sat on the bed at her side and can see her face. the springs of the mattress creak beneath him. the hotel was chosen for its closeness to the apartment she shares with her mother and nothing else.
with her still standing at the bed, they are separated by the span of their shoulders, and they fold together in a strange seam of intimacy that anatoliy enjoys the warm tenderness of but doesn't know much about. he looks at the belt of her dress and thinks of the baby in her belly, and how he has never seen his own parents in a moment like this. when his gaze rises upon her face, he wonders if this is what beatríz looks like when she is pensive. ≪ may i ask? what you are thinking about. ≫
meme / @d1c4af.
