THE PERFECT KISS
She ran out into the street desperate to see him, needing to tell him that it hadn't all been for nothing. Lightning flashed in the distance and thunder clapped making her flinch, a storm was coming, she had to find him.
Emma stood on the corner of the empty intersection, tasting the salty tears her grief had brought on. It was three in the morning and she and George had fought. They had been best friends for years, she had dated his friends and he had dated hers. Neither of them had ever mentioned the secret passion for each other that they kept hidden deep inside. Until last night. Last night as they sat up together, in the apartment they shared, talking George had decided enough was enough.
"Emma, I need to tell you something." He had taken her hand and turned her face to his, letting her know this was serious. "Emma I can't stand it any longer. Watching you go out with the girls to clubs, bringing home all those worthless guys who even you can't bare to wake up to in the morning. Everytime you blush at another mans attention it kills me." He looked away as she sat there shell shocked at the implications of what he was saying.
"I'm leaving Emma. I can't stand watching anymore. I love you but I know you don't hold the same feelings for me." And so he'd left.
She looked up and saw a lone figure perched on the ledge of her building, a lone figure just staring.
George sat on the edge of their apartment building, watching the sleeping city, the odd lights flicking in the distance as the storm rolled closer. Today he'd finally said it, finally let her know that secret he'd kept hidden to afraid to speak out. Today he'd let her know he loved her and he'd left.
Down in the street below he saw the delicate figure of Emma move into the street and stand in the middle of the intersection, spinning around. He wondered what she was looking for.
Clap
Simultaneously the door to the roof swung open and the storm broke out overhead. Lighting flashed and rain poured.
"George!" Emma cried out to the man sitting alone.
He turned slowly in the rain, feeling the water saturate his skin. "Emma?" he yelled over the rain, amazed she had come to him now. She moved closer.
Clap
Thunder boomed and lightning illuminated George's face was lit for an instant. What she saw made her heart break, and she knew that no words could convey how she felt. Taking another step closer she tried to flick her hair out of her face. She wiped her hands down her arms, removing the rain that had gathered there, her white singlet was saturated.
clap
The two stood half a metre apart. Both were dripping wet, he in jeans and a tight black top, she in jeans and the classic white singlet. For this was the Classic story of love, and the perfect kiss.
George stepped forward and Emma fell into his arms, holding herself close to him. She turned her head up to face him, and her dark hair was plastered all over her face. With a gentle smile George smoothed the hair off her face and bent his head down to hers. Lighting flared as their lips met for the first time. Time seemed to stand still as they stood pressed close, lips joined. It was the perfect kiss.