AUTHOR'S NOTE: All info of the story in first chapter!
Green met blue across the bedroom, guilt breaking the contact.
When she had rolled out his bed that morning, he thought his chest would explode from the ache. As she pulled on her pants, he closed his eyes. It was too painful to watch her leave. To watch her run away.
Foolish girl! To think this would spare him some pain in the future! Did she not know that this was actually killing him?
He raised himself out the soft escape of tortures memories that had become his bed and went to his cabinet to pour himself a stiff drink. Aware of her eyes on his nakedness, he threw back the liquor; he was way past the point of embarrassment.
She disappeared into the bathroom, their shared bathroom, as he pulled on a pair of jeans and a light sweater. He would be strong but he would not follow her unless she wanted, he would stick to their agreement made in tears and sin.
Ah, their sin. He looked to the disarrayed covers, twice and no more. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt his eyes sting.
No, be strong.
He was silent as she wandered around the room, appearing as if she was searching for any forgotten belongings. She was buying time, holding off the point until she had to say goodbye. He wanted to yell, to push her out of the room, screaming for her to sod off already.
He grimaced, oh how he wanted her to stay, to love him, which he truly believed she did, but he also wanted her to just leave and let him drown in depression. He took another swig from the glass and almost wept at the sweet burning sensation that now gripped his raw throat. Anything that stole his attention from this nightmare was heaven, even if was just for a second.
Suddenly, his hands gripped the hips of the woman he loved, lips pressed together in a kiss that left them both to drown in each other, in a sea of despair. The sound of the glass shattering on the wooden floor served only as a symbol of what their' hearts were going though as the kiss dwindled. The passion still there, with the tears, as their breath mingled, foreheads touching; he made one more silent request for her to stay with one final kiss, her hand sliding from his hair to cup his cheek. "Buffy . . ."
She pulled away slowly, hand trailing down his arm neck and arm, finally to slip from his outstretched hand. He felt as though fire had just scorched him. He was sure that he looked; a scar would trace her hands path. He looked up right before she shut the door, the door to where it led to a life without him.
Green met blue.
A/N: So yeah, tell me how I did on this little experiment. I hope you enjoyed and for those who want to know, this little fic came to while listening to the songs 'Skin' and 'That Girl' off of the Instant Star soundtrack. (I highly recomend!)