The time finally came, it was really happening — he was leaving, this time for good. It didn’t come as a surprise as he had been distant for a while but, her heart, however, was shattered into tiny pieces that would impossible to be put back together. Once he put his foot out of that door, she knew that it would be last time they saw each other…no more accidental meetings and no more arranged ones. Forever together had slipped out from the spaces between her fingers, it was now gone…forever. A heavy, desperate sigh slipped past her lips, it just showed how doleful her heart had became — all because of him.
❝ Kiss me hard before you go. ❞
it's an endless cycle of tomorrow and next time, of careless actions such as stop and go. it's hard to draw a line when thomas feels it isn't right, though something so wrong shouldn't feel so good either. it's all sexual tension, or so he thinks— but if asked sincerely, he'd beg to differ. he doesn't do this, doesn't know how he stumbles upon the thin line of pull and push, of the small possibility of finding himself standing on the edge of fall and fail. he refuses to turn around and bid goodbye because compelling upon the fearsome storm she's become is something he's never been able to do.
yet — with the faintest breath upon his lips
he falls against his will.
with a hand running through disheveled locks, he turns on his heel and strides back to the bed, his weight dipping down as he presses both palms against the mattress. merely pressing his lips against hers, inches away from the flesh of her mouth. the corners of his lips sloping into a smirk, eyebrow inclined as he asks, ❝isn't that a special rule of yours? never to give you a goodbye kiss.❞