A/N: This is a Short One-Shot, my bet is that it will confuse you because it kind of confuses me. See if you can figure out what happens!
There was a kiss. A deep one. One that shattered all thoughts between the two. Shattered all the tensions. There was a particular fire that melted them both.
There was jealousy. There was rage. Nobody knew, but the two, and the two that shouldn't. All you need is love. All you need is trust. Nobody listened, nobody gave them a second thought,
There was a crisis. There was fire and smoke, tears and screams. There was liquor. She drowned in it, before she knew what had hit her. She cried. She panicked. She thought. And she thought. And she considered. She debated. She argued. She thought. She decided. She felt so caged, so trapped. There was nothing that she could do without that public glare. Pressure, boiling inside of her, took over. Red buttons beckoned.
There was drama. There was an affair. There was sex. Dark, bloody, violent sex. The kind in movies. There was sin. There was lust. The two of them collapsed onto the floor, cramped and forced, waiting to be walked in on but the moment never came.
There was a loss. She felt so empty, so pained. And then she forgot. It all went blank. And at that moment, she panicked. Thoughts, indistinguishable. What would they do, who could they call? They got smaller as the world got bigger. The more they knew, the less they could do, and they didn't know shit in the first place.
There were tears. Tears fall on the hands on the heaving chest. They both felt the pain, stabbing, shooting, piercing. They felt the crack splitting them apart. So he ran. And never came back. And her last bit of effort was lost.
And there was no resolution.
