Moments
We are in a world that is and isn't our own, which is something we claim as though we do indeed have a world of our own. We can't recall ever having our own world, at least, and I know I can speak for us both since there isn't a single doubt in my mind at that moment that we are both one and the same.
It's in insincere lethargy that we stare at each other and slowly trace fingertips against fingertips. Our fingers fumble further, exploring each other, ourselves. A speck of softness on our lips, a touch of delicacy slowly moving along our cheeks: this moment is gentle and precious, as each and every moment should always be, but it's mutually understood that the gentleness doesn't remain past this moment.
He stares at me, and I stare at him. My spoken words fall from his lips. They reverberate back to my ears, and an eerie sense of understanding washes over me. I'm still uncertain what it is I have understood, but his eyes are telling me that it doesn't matter, so I simply stare at him a little longer, feeling that faint brush of his skin where my hand remains on his cheek and his remains on mine.
After a few heartbeats, I ask him to share his secrets with me.
Quickly, he asks of me never to break this serene moment again.
Still staring into him, I disobey and ask him why.
He returns that a moment gone can never return and bids me to fall silent, but his eyes have me captivated and wanting more and more of him. I pull away the hand that's touching him and stare at him. Do I look this beautiful to him? I ask him, but he doesn't reply as he withdraws his hand. The serene moment is gone now. The moment of perfectness, where he was me and I was him, is gone now, long gone, and I know in that instant as he averts his gaze that it can never be returned.
Author's Note: Random drabble to let people know I'm still alive. University is taking up a lot of time in my life so I haven't had much spare writing time but I promise that I do plan on completing my ongoing stories. Anyway my idea behind this was kind of how life's perfect moments are fleeting and can easily be broken, I suppose. I can't figure out how to word it. Anyway. Thanks for reading :)