“I’m sorry about that night,” he begs.
“Not as much as me,” her voice devoid of emotion.
“If I could take it back-”
“And what use is that to either of us now?”
His breath shakes as he runs a hand through his hair. “Please.” His eyes are now downcast. “Please what can I do?”
Her face partially hidden, reveals nothing. Time passes and he’s wondering if she’ll ever answer when she utters, “Forget.”
Confusion written all over his face as she slowly turns, the air around them turning cold. He now understands why she wouldn’t look at him, even after everything she was trying to spare him of this.
“Forget,” she repeats, “about that night, about me, about us-” her eyes betray the sadness begging to be felt.
I won’t escape it she thinks, no I’ve made it this far I won’t break, not now, not now
“Just forget,” she breathes.
“And if I can’t?” his voice a murmur. His gaze holds hers, daring her to look away.
Traitorous heart, it leaps, skips, and takes off. If she looks away she’ll lose but if she stays, god, if she stays she’ll shatter.
A sharp intake brings her back, and she realizes it’s from him, at the same time she notices she’s shifted closer to him. Her brain is static, blood rushes to her ears and she hears nothing, feels nothing but the sweat forming on her upper lip, her fingers twitching, asking to hold that thing they most desire.
What now, what now, what now
Her eyebrows crease and her mouth translates the buzzing all around them. She knows what she’s gonna do and still she’s hoping she can stop herself, sees the disaster before the crash, but an object in motion stays in motion unless-
She’s falling, falling, falls
She entraps him with her mouth, her teeth punishing his bottom lip, she hisses and growls and once he realizes what she’s doing he tangles his fingers through her hair, the seemingly never ending tresses leading him down her back. He’s enraptured by her hands, her body wrapped around him. Nose buried in his neck, lips caressing his throat, while her teeth lightly puncture his skin.
She’s gasping, gasping, and it feels like their pulse merges into one. It is heat, burning without confinement, without restrictions. Something within her shouts stop, stop but it’s not her heart, it’s yearning for this and her brain is yelling, yes, yes, yes!
Burning bright like a supernova, and just as devastatingly beautiful it quickly comes to an end. Her body a vessel to the whims of her dim brain. What once felt everything, now freezes and feels nothing. She collapses in his arms and lays there. Again he is slower to react and notices they’ve stopped.
His catching breath ready to ask if she’s okay when agony like no other rips through them both. She lets out a guttural scream, fingers clenching his shirt, legs digging into his body, tears threatening to drown her. Nothing makes sense. She tries to stifle her sorrows in his chest but it surrounds her coming from within. And he, feeling everything so exquisitely torturous, does not hold her and she’s thankful for this, already feeling imprisoned enough.
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