Fire meets ice as your lips touch and one thought echoes continuously through your mind.
This isn't what I wanted this isn't what I wanted this isn't what I wanted.
Your parted lips are locked with those of an angel, your hands tangled in his golden locks. A hint of sulfur lingers on his lips and you've never tasted anything better. You wish you never had to open your closed eyes but the bright light shining beyond your eyelids has other ideas. The incessant light continues to pester you so you reluctantly open your eyes, squinting as orange text and white background from the screen of your computer helmet momentarily blind you.
TT: if this isn't what you wanted
TT: what did you want?
GT: Not this
GT: I wanted small moments leading up to this
GT: Danger
GT: Plot twists
GT: Romance
GT: Mostly
GT: I wanted my favorite fellow to be alive damn it
You press his forehead against yours, his straw-colored hair feels like the softest silk against your skin. If you didn't know any better, you wouldn't have been able to tell that he was dead; eyes blocked by his pointy coolkid cool shades, his pokerface in place, and the way his hair swayed in the slight breeze. But you knew. Slowly slipping one hand down his cheek, gasping as your hand met something warm and sticky at the base of his neck.
"I love you". Your voice breaks as you mumble the words you should have said long ago.
"I love you so much". Sobs rack your body as you desperately cling to the decapitated head of your best friend. If you could press rewind and go back to this morning you would tell him how you felt when he could hear you. You would find your way back to this situation, and so would the rest of him. You'd always dreamed about sharing your first kiss with your best friend, but you never thought it would be his last.