His lips are on hers; his hand is in her hair; their skin is touching, soft, soft, soft. He can feel her breathing by his ear, smell the sweetness in it.
His heartbeat matches hers and that makes him ohso happy. She whispers in his hair, "James, James."
He pulls away slightly and looks into her eyes.
"I love you," he says, and he means it. It isn't something said out a euphoric moment. He means it sincerely, wholly.
It's a deadly phrase and it tastes like poison on his tongue. The look in Rose's eyes as she pulls away, crawling to the other end of the bed, leaving him exposed and vulnerable to the world, is enough to make him feel as if someone just crucio'ed him.
"I'm sorry." That's all she says as she gathers up her clothes, and leaves.
'I'm sorry' and somehow he thinks that she isn't sorry, because she still hurt him.
so, it's been a while, huh?
this is for 'the love i think i deserve's competition on the HPFC forum 'dabble in a drabble competition'.
i'm not back, I just really wanted to do this comp.