"What are we?"
The question was rhetorical. Or, at least it was at some point in time. Did it really need an answer? Yeah, of course it did. The trashed environment surrounding the pair seemed to agree as well.
So why couldn't you part your lips?
Neither of you had planned for things to come this far. It was meant to be a hit and run. You didn't mean to tug at the organ that pumped blood through his body. Fuck, there wasn't suppose to be any interaction after that heated handful, but there was. Lots of them.
The countless carnal encounters that ensued.
Quickly followed by the furtive kisses and small tokens of words.
It was too deceptive.
Now that the situation was towering above one more than the other, the air dried up and made it almost unbearable on the throat. The two of you knew from the start, regardless of platonic or sexual, it had always been one-sided. Your throat attempted to swallow, but found itself practically choking on your words. Your eyes threatened to slip to the side to get a quick glance at the shaggy haired man, but were miraculously able to control yourself.
Over the years you heard endless compliments about his baby blue eyes, but you wouldn't know. Because yours never met his. Why start now?
"We're nothing."