Huh… I don't know why the hell I'm writing this, so just enjoy, okay? Another Trentney thingie, because y'know, that's all I'm good at. XD
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
He walks in, and before she can fully process his presence he was kissing her chafed lips. He slips off his shirt while she helps and kisses back.
Lips on lips, molding and dancing together in a tangle of lust.
She sighs, feeling his weight upon her and the amount of passion he's putting into the kiss. It makes her feel light-headed; but that's good. It brings her away from the reality of life; how short it is, if only for a little while.
His hands were everywhere, and so were hers; hips, thighs, chests, nothing was foreign. They each knew every single crevice and sweet spot on the other's body, and held no mercy, using them with open abandon.
He murmurs sweet nothings into the croon of her neck while her eyes flutter and her nails drag down his back; gliding over the warm, toned skin.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
The analog clock on her hospital room wall acted as a metronome, cutting through the quiet like an omniscient knife. Time was inevitable, always moving forward.
Not much time left now.
Her hands were in his hair now, their lips meeting once more. He ran his hands up her thighs making her quiver underneath him, before they rested on her hips.
Tears.
She cries as he holds her.
Kisses her. Takes her.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Time has run out.
As the stars clear away from her vision, and consciousness starts to fade in and out, she lay back upon her pillow, sleeping forever more.
He dresses, and stares at her solemnly, tears leaking out of his piercing green eyes; her once passionate and daring frame resting cold and limp atop a small cot.
He plants a soft farewell kiss on her unresponsive lips, a few teardrops running down his cheeks and onto her thin bed sheets.
"I love you," he whispers, knowing well that she can't hear him. That doesn't stop him from saying it, nor does it stop the truth.
He leaves in silence, the tears really to flow freely as the impact of what's happening really hits him.
He's gone forever.
She's too weak to tell him she loves him back.
Too weak to smile at the fact that they were in love.
She can't form the words to stop the doctors from shutting off her life support.
She's too weak to live.
Whoa, present tense, what is this? This little nothing just spawned up outta nowhere, so don't even ask. XD Hope you enjoyed this. If you want a sort of back story, PM me or if you really want a written out one, I might just write one if the demand is high enough. :P
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~Alexex
