I don't own TT.
If I did, I'd be in Acapulco, sipping on virgin daiquiris.
With a butler named 'Alfred Pumpernickle'.
She looked at him.
He looked at her.
And, for a few hours, that's the way they stayed. Just staring and breathing.
Every so often, though, the corners of her mouth would twitch and she'd rub her forearm.
"So," she started, her voice meek and soft.
"So," he replied, his voice low and shaky.
She was hesitant, but eventually her hand grabbed his, pulling gently.
He, in his awkward state, licked his lips and leaning in, his heavy heart racing faster and faster.
She leaned forward as well, sliding her hands onto his strong shoulders. Her lips quivered, her breath shaking just as much as his.
Slowly, their eyes fluttered shut. Their heads inched even closer, making both of their lips brush together.
He slid his hands to her sides, rubbing gently. He, like she, wanted this more than anything.
It was the chance to show her how much I had grown. It was a chance to say how sorry I was for not loving her sooner. Most importantly..
Her lips connected with his.
His lips connected with hers.
And, for a few minutes, they felt as if they were in heaven. Just touching and kissing passionately.
Every few seconds, his tongue would flick across hers and vice versa.
Then, it all stopped.
They looked at each other as they sat there, in her room.
On her bed.
She stayed in his arms.
He, in hers.
"S-So?" she whispered, biting her lip, her voice filled with hope.
A soft smile fell on to his gentle face and he kissed her forehead. And, while holding back all the tears he could, he whispered back the same.
Her eyes filled with tears, her heart skipped a beat, her body went numb. She pushed him away, cursed at him, and threw all she could get her hands on towards him.
With ease, he dodged, keeping his sorrow-filled eyes low and his false smug smile wide. He was overcome with shame and sadness, but that didn't matter. He could leave her as long as he never looked at her face.
Especially those big brown orbs. No, not anymore, not while they were filled up with tears and hate.
Most importantly, it was a last chance for me to say goodbye.
She loved him.
He loves her.
And, ever since the day he left, he's never stopped hoping to see her to tell her again.
Every so often, her face would come back in his mind, and he'd cry and regret, holding on to the only joy he had left.
Alone.
End.
