perfect poison
. helium lost .
Author's Notes: I went for a softer, gentler feel to this one, since I feel that everything lately has been a string of smut. Hopefully it's not too short for you guys, eh?
Theme: #25: fence (フェンス)
There was, is, and always will be a fence between them, and he's not sure how he should feel about this.
"And this is where we part and go our separate ways," he says, a wry smile on his face, hand resting loosely in his pocket. "Good times, right? But there are things you need to do and things that I need to do."
The silence is his only reply.
He hesitates, then says softly, "I'll miss you."
His expression softens as the harsh light glinting off his yellow eyes seems to lessen—by just the slightest bit. He brushes a strand of hair out of his face and gives the slightest nod.
"Hell, I don't know if you care at all," he says, biting his lip and turning, taking a few steps. "Can't say that I've never been frustrated with you, but these past few months have been nice. Wish it could go on, but there's nothing much I can do. I got called to do something; so did you." He stopped. "I'll still think of you. If it even matters to you, that is."
And he's shocked to feel that small hand against his back. The slightest touch is enough, and, as he turns, he knows that he's gone over the fence—that, for a moment, there's a quiet little gate swinging open on its golden hinges. Before he knows it, their faces are close together, and he can feel his breath against his face.
"I'll miss you," he whispers again.
And the only reply he gets is the touch of his lips against his own, soft as a single, lost breeze.
Author's Notes: Feedback is always greatly appreciated :)