You feel it, boiling in your veins, rising in your throat, threatening to strangle you but letting you free at the end, prosecuting his ascent, dense, slow, hot, like a liquor that burns your lips.

The desire to be alive.

The desire to be able to surrender and drink from that hand that offers you pouring gold. You look at him in his obsidian eyes without being able to avert your gaze from the ipnotic vision of the question he asks you.

And your lips shake and your hands shake, and your eyes turn glossy because in your heart you know the answer.

No.

But your mouth anticipates you, too greedy and thirsty she satisfies herself with those pool of black, full well knowing that you can never have the sea in which you drowned twelve years ago.

And you drink and you poison yourself and you drink some more because the poison appease your thirst more than that unattainable ocean could ever do.

(6x18; Forest Green; Pike asks Lisbon if she feels the same way about him.)

Disclaimer: yeah, I run the entire show, that's why I've waited six bloody seasons to see them kiss.

Hello everybody (I'm optimistic, maybe someone will really read this...thing and still want to know what I'm saying down here. Illusion can be a wonderful thing.).

This is the first time I write and publish an English story. I've done it without a beta so please forgive me for the many mistakes I'm sure I wrote.

Just so you know...I'm really searching for a beta since English is definitely not my first language.

Thank you for reading so far. Hope you liked it and, seriously, you have no idea what even a single review would do to my day.

Mareear