She wants to take it all back. She wants to be single. She wants the misery she once felt. She doesn't quite know why she feels that way. She has everything she wants right here. Right in those eyes. Tonight though, she wants nothing more than to scream. She wants to start a fire. She wants nothing more than the sadness she was so used to. The sadness that burned her like the cigarette from a couple of hours before. The loneliness that burnt her stomach like the majority of the drinks she once had in her system. He stopped her. He took that away. She does not deserve him. She does not need him. The why does she care so much?

"Just kiss me, just reassure me that you still care. Just kiss me, please."

It's not you, it's me. A line she has heard from his lips so many times before. And now she finds herself speaking his words. She wants to kiss him. She wants to believe him. It just feels like one of those days though. A day where she questions everything she ever did in her life. Did she make the right decision? Does he really love her?

"Just kiss me."

She dips her head down to the lips she has kissed a thousand times. He closes his eyes and brings his face closer. She hesitates and brings her head back up to his forehead and gives him a small kiss. A sad kiss. The kind of kiss you see a mother giving a sick child. She looks at him. Studies his face. She inches from his embrace. She can't take it. She wants to cry in his arms and have him stroke her hair. She would want nothing more than to feel happy at that moment. She strokes his cheek and watches her friend. She lets out a laugh. She forgot they were there.

"Please, please kiss me."

She forgot they were there. She forgot about the people. She only saw him. He only saw her. Was this the happiness she was avoiding? She motions that she wants to sleep. She turns her back on him, but not before kissing his cheek and giving him a weak smile. She does not deserve him. He is understanding. She felt the bed beneath her move as she feels him getting comfortable. His back is turned and she could not see his face. The bed felt small all of the sudden. She felt herself falling off. She needs him to hold her. She turns around and watches the back of his head. She reaches out a hand. And stops.

Please turn around

She takes her hand and draws small circles on his back.

Please, please turn around

She is taken back at first. Those eyes saw right through her. A flood of emotions washed over her. Washed over the both of them as she ever so gently sweeps her fingertips over his lips and moves closer to his face. Not needing any words, she is overwhelmed with emotions as he kisses her. She loves him. She is in love with him. She hates this game. She kisses back. Looses herself in his touch and drifts to sleep.

Don't leave me

She wakes up. Wrapped in his arms. Wrapped in his legs. Completely entwined. She looks over at him sleeping. She takes her hand and brushes the hair from his face and trailed her hand down to his chest. Like a reflex, his hand finds hers. He sighs deeply and tightens his embrace. She smiles. She watches him. She cries only knowing that she is afraid. She needs him more than anything.

Don't hurt me; just reassure me that you still care. Just don't hurt me.

To her, there's no difference in the way she feels when they're together for the whole night or for an hour or two. There's no difference in the way she feels when she's laughing and smiling at him or kissing him. She would be content just laughing with him for the rest of her life. She would be content just laying there and listening to him breath forever. Nothing matters anymore. She can feel the warmth of his breath. The warmth of the sun breaking through the window and settling on her skin.

"Good Morning, Beautiful."

Good Morning, Heartache.