Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story
A/N: This is a short ramble, something a bit different from my other Punkryse stories, hope you enjoy anyway…
Standing with his arms crossed over his chest, the raven haired man watched as if hypnotized the panorama displaying in front of him, a manifest of shivering stars that covered the distant skies with a mystic gleam that was apt to entrance the toughest one.
That was a sight hard to find in a world that moved so fast, for someone with such a hectic life as the one he lead… so yes, it was going to be for sure a night to remember and in the future, when he looked back at that moment he wanted to remember that it has been a beautiful night.
Perhaps the most precious ever…
Taking a deep breath he blinked; he has been standing there for quite some time now, his olive green eyes lost in the distance while his mind took a journey out of his body to contemplate with care the scene unfolding in that hotel room.
It was not the first time life surprised him in a moment like that, and if he allowed his body to keep guiding his acts there was no doubt that he was going straight into perdition.
That's why he needed to stop… if only he could, if only she would let him…
Silence embraced him while he stood there, at the balcony, his features shadowed by the black hoodie that guarded him from the cold breeze that swept around him… he was watching, thinking… unmoving like burglar in the middle of the night, waiting.
But waiting for what?
For dawn to surprise him in the wrong again?
For her to leave for the night?
For him to regain his common sense and do what he should have done a long time ago?
He wasn't sure what he was waiting for, he didn't know what he was doing.
Sometime along the road he found himself trapped in a web of hiding meetings that went against his principles, robbing life blind moments of empty passion that were going to take him nowhere.
He didn't remember how it all started, it sure had to be with a kiss… one that took him into a rapture and still wouldn't let him go… he needed to cut loose.
If only he could…
Breaking off his trance, he turned around and with his arms still up to his chest he walked back into the room… not bothering to close the sliding door because he found comfort in the bitter cold, it made his mind clear.
He walked to the bed, to her; his eyes taking on her image and finding himself transfixed. There was no wonder he had fell into this so easily, she was more than beautiful and his body had a hard time resisting her.
He didn't think he could give her up, he had tried and every time she showed up unannounced at his door he would let her in, going through the same process over and over again…
But it all had to stop and if he didn't break the cycle that night he was never going to do it.
He blinked in the darkness, watching her lay on his bed; that exquisite body that less than an hour ago took him without reservation entangled with a thin blanket that left nothing to his imagination…
Not that he needed visuals to have a clear image of her; he only needed to close his eyes and there she was, wanton and in his arms, her face flushed and her moisten lips swollen from his kiss; he could even hear her husky moans as she got lost in the moment.
No, he didn't need to see her to know she was beautiful, he didn't need to kiss her to know how she tasted like, how she felt and how she smelt in those moments when he thought she was his…
That was the reason it had to end. Those stolen moments were nothing but a mirage of something that was never going to be… it had to end, he couldn't do it anymore because every time he let her in he took a bit of his sanity, and when she left she took it with her, leaving him an empty shell until the next time she walked to his arms… he wasn't going to do it anymore.
He sat on the edge of the bed and allowed a lone finger to move towards her, finding her arm and sliding down to her waist.
Her skin was soft and warm, even when the room was being invaded by the cold… this is how he wanted to remember her, warm and almost his.
Wanting to feel more, to trace her flesh with his finger one last time, he moved his touch up, traveling through her flat stomach and through the valley of her chest until he reached her face.
He traced her lips and as his eyes got drunk on her she opened her hazel eyes to him.
She grunted and with a lazy smile she closed her eyes again. "What are you doing?"
He didn't respond at the question, instead he observed her features as they relaxed back. She was beyond beautiful… if only she could be his.
He ran his thumb over her lower lip and then his finger went back to action, it moved along her cheek and stopped at her hair, where the rest of his fingers decided to join to run through it, one last time.
He wasn't sure how it all started but he knew how it would end, so he leaned into her and gave her lips a soft kiss. It made her open her eyes once again.
He pulled back, his face a somber mask that gave away nothing.
"We can't do this anymore"
He said, the words so simple and yet carrying so much… his mind yelling at him because those were not the words his inner being wanted to tell.
But that was it, there was nothing else to say, at least nothing that he dared to say out loud.
She frowned as he removed his hand from her hair, breaking the last physical bond between them; but their eyes, they were linked together and in hers he could read unsaid questions, but he could also read that like him, she knew this moment had to happen.
She knew they had to stop…
Biting at her lower lip, she moved her eyes away from him and stared somewhere off into the dark room. For a while the two of them remained like that, in utter silence… maybe waiting for the other to say something, to stop the other.
But neither did and after a while she rolled out of bed and went around looking for her clothes. His eyes refused to look, not wanting to take that image as part as this silent farewell, in his mind he wanted to think that it all started with a kiss and it ended with a kiss…
It was almost poetic, tragic, but poetry none the less.
Pushing with his tongue his lip ring he blinked again, in silence as she opened the door. He didn't want to look, but his eyes were not in accordance with his will and he looked, finding her at the door and looking at him.
That was their last link, they eyes fixed into one another until she finally turned around and left, closing the door and saying nothing…
They never needed words and there were many things unsaid between the two.
Not that it mattered, nothing mattered because she was not his and now she was gone.
…