Thank you to everyone who is reading this little emo-detour from Hemlock. Don't worry, I am working on the next chapter of that fic too. In the meanwhile... Here you go.
I remember what it was like to touch you for the first time, the pure electricity of skin touching skin. It surprised me, even though perhaps it should not have, that the mere seemingly casual touch of my hand on your arm could cause such an overwhelming reaction. You didn't pull away but leaned in closer instead, and a flock of butterflies took off in my stomach.
And I remember what it was like the first time you touched me back. It was late one night after your shift on a rainy full moon. All the wack-jobs and nutcase losers were out to ruin your life, and you called to inform me that I had better come get you and feed you before you starved to death. I had been all curled up on my sofa watching Matt Smith as Dr. Who and wishing it was still David Tennant when my phone rang. I remember laughing at you and saying that of course I was only just waiting around to be your chauffeur, what else could I possibly be doing with my time? You pouted so loudly that I could see the adorable crease in your brow, even over the phone. We were curled up on my couch sharing a blanket having eaten too much pizza when you rolled over and tucked yourself under my arm with your head resting on my wildly beating heart. As you snaked your hand under my shirt and across my belly I thought if I die right now it will be ok.
I remember what it was like to touch you for the last time, not the brush of lips in the parking lot before you drove away, but to really touch you. I remember the sweetness, and the intensity, and the look in your eyes as we held on so tight. I remember the promises we so foolishly made that this was not the last time. Promises I intend to keep, even after all this time.
And now I see you here across the crowded bar, with one hand on your drink and the other around a girl. She has a sour look on her face as you lean in to say something into her ear. She rolls her eyes at your fake smile and I wonder if I should have come at all. You look up just as I am about to go and our eyes lock for one eternal moment before I step back outside and notice that the snow has turned to rain.
