Bomb~
If I had to choose a way to die
It'd be with you
In a goose bump infested embrace
With my overanxious hands cupping your face
By the time he accepts it, he doesn't see much a point in admitting it.
Because they are getting so old.
He watches in horror as she ages. She suddenly has a waist, long legs, a secretive smile. And she is beautiful.
The day he notices that he is actually, finally taller than her, he wants to puke. He doesn't want any of this. He doesn't want his voice to go all gravelly; he doesn't want to be tall, if it means losing her.
They have so little time left.
He says the reason is because there is no point. But, it is really because he is afraid he might end up remembering while she forgets. He does not want to remember being with her. He would much rather remember never having had her. Even though he wants more than anything ever to call her his.
She flicks that long, long hair over her shoulder and giggles. She is practically a woman. Certainly she is no longer a girl. No longer a child. And that means absolutely nothing good for them.
For the first time, he finds himself thinking how lucky it is that he is the older of the pair. When did he become such a coward? It must have something to do with all this growing up.
He thinks of his time left like the countdown on a bomb and he hopes that as those numbers get precariously close to 0, he does not do anything he will later regret.
Because, he knows he will want to. So badly.
A/N: "So Much" by The Spill Canvas. I don't like this one as much as the others, but the song was screaming "WALLY AND KUKI!" at me.