Lone tear
It wasn't just there lips touching. It was an embrace of I love and I wants. I need's and I don'ts, It was passion, It was frustration. It was kindness and care. It was blindness, it was sight. It was here but it wasn't there.
It was numb, it was touch. There were fireworks, then there was darkness. It was so right, yet it was wrong.
And that's why it hurt.
Kit touched her lips as lone tear escaped her eye.
It wasn't fair.