A/N—since people have been asking, I'm adding an author's note to tell you that this is an R/D story. Please don't hate me.
You kissed him. You hadn't meant to. It'd just happened, somehow. Both of you'd been home for the holidays, watching the parade in the square, trying to pretend that you were still friends. Trying to pretend that it was possible for the two of you to forget all of the pain. All of the sadness and guilt. All of the tears and broken hearts.
You'd been talking awkwardly about your jobs, and he'd been laughing about something—and, he just had this, this look of sheer happiness on his face. Something you hadn't seen in so long. And it all came back to you, rushing back all at once. How much you'd loved and missed him. How much you'd cried over him and sworn you'd never let him go. And all at once, in that one moment, you'd reached up and kissed him.
Now, you're mind is racing faster than ever. What've you done? You've ruined everything—the careful conversation you'd been having, taking care to avoid certain subjects. You begin to wonder what you were possibly thinking. He isn't yours anymore. His heart and glances and kisses don't belong to you anymore. They haven't belonged to you in years. In fact, they probably belong to someone else now. Some girl who is undoubtedly far more deserving of them than you've ever been. You've always marvelled at how devoted to you he'd always been, because deep down inside, you've always known that you don't deserve even a tenth of the attention he gave you. As you begin to worry about what he's going to think, he gently takes your face in his hands and kisses you back.
And you smile and think that maybe, this time, things won't go so horribly wrong.
And you smile and think that maybe, this time, it just might work.