Unreachable Lips
He closed his eyes, he had to back away. This wasn't right for him to be so close to her, his lips barely touching hers. He told himself to move, he screamed and pummeled himself to move away, but he wouldn't. He only had to lean in closer, just enough so that their lips would simply brushing against the others. Her soft, warm breathing caressed his mouth, the wind of it left him shivering with tingling feelings. No, he had to leave, and continue his life of wandering. He had to get away from her, especially her. She was not someone within his reach. No, she was far too away from him, someone he could never kiss without words.
But he wanted to kiss her. He was so close to her, so close…Was this what he was meant to feel towards her? Of all people, her? Was he supposed to want to hold her every day, hour, and every goddamn second? Questions, they were clouding his mind, and he could not see between the fogging of those questions and the scolding to himself.
He could see her lips quivering, they were cold. He wanted to make them warm, but he wasn't capable of doing that. Her eyes, they were filled with such sadness, could she see him? Could she see the sorrow and regret swimming about the iris of his eyes?
He wanted her, of all people, he wanted her. He yearned for her to whisper his name, shyly like she always did. He wanted to hear the music of her voice, when she sang softly to herself by the riverbank. He wanted to run his hardened fingertips and let himself be fascinated by her porcelain skin.
He wanted her to free him of his cage, old and rusty. But she was someone he was never allowed to have.
His hand slowly crept up, and gently stroked her silk-like hair. She gazed at him, nothing to say. He closed his eyes once again, and rested his forehead against hers. He had to get away from her, he had to apologize and run. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted her…he wanted too many things. He wanted her to caress his cheek, and wipe away the tears now falling from his face. He wanted her to love him.
But that was impossible, and with each droplet of the purifying taste of tears, he backed away from her, and disappeared into misty night, where many other spirits roamed.
Note: If you haven't guessed already, the guy is a spirit. You can imagine him and her as anyone, but from 'He wanted her to free him of his cage' you can guess I was referring to Neji/Hinata. However, the more I thought, the more I realize this would go better under 'Final Fantasy X'.