I was losing myself. Quietly and shriekingly slipping like a passenger on a train splitting open upon the luggage rack before the thought has a chance to register, Oh, we've jumped the track. It was a bit like dying, it was, trailing my fingers along the chipped porcelain and tiny globes of tap water sticking to it. A bit like going mad, finding I was unable to remember any reasons why I should kiss her, only tasting the countless times I had hated her and wished her expelled. Still… Yet… Nonetheless… Actually, as there was no rush of reckless abandon, there was no Nonetheless; the way my conscious thought whistled shut like ripples closing into a pond made the moment merely And.
And I closed my eyes and finally kissed her.
Sure, I was losing myself. As though I could not swim and was sprinting along a sunstreaked pier where a blanket of black water was waiting for me. Or kissing the last goldenrod drop of butterbeer from the rim of the bottle with more in the cellar. It was something like this, really, feeling her thin white fingers drenching themselves in my hair and grazing my scalp. Her lips held a hint of the shadowy dungeon common room I had never seen. Her lips were better than a bowl of pears.
I had never wanted to kiss her, but nothing seemed closer to the flickering present than the simple, slanted lean of my shoulders towards her. For all of the deft elusiveness of the entire moment, it may have been nothing but curiosity. But really, her lips were better than a bowl of pears.
And the moment when my body sank from its perch on the sinks and its cool white surface to (lick the bottle for just one more drop) fit our bodies together, the very simultaneous moment when she spoke "Lily" in my ear, I found the map.
Author's Note: I know this is a bit hard to understand, but I was in the mood for abstract. I'm very intrigued with these results.