Disclaimer - I don't own any of them….pouts
Author's Note - DO NOT READ AHEAD! It will ruin the ending.
As the rain poured down in sheets, they walked side by side down the streets of New York City. She inconspicuously slipped her hand into his and gave it a little squeeze. The strong, callused hand squeezed back. The couple continued their stroll down the wet pavement. When they reached the loft, he unlocked the door and held it open for the small, unhealthily skinny girl.
"Thank you, babe," she smiled as she walked past him into the large, open room.
He walked to the couch, shutting the door behind him, and joined her on the small sofa.
She scooted closer as soon as he got comfortable and suddenly their faces were quite close. He traced the outline of her face; from her temple to her jaw, and his hand came to rest on her sallow cheek. This move encouraged the girl, who inched even closer. The boy took note of this action and touched his lips to hers, closing his eyes. A quiet, polite kiss. Their faces parted and he kissed the tip of her nose, then her forehead.
The date was November 3rd, the girl remembered. She let a few involuntary tears escape from her eyes, hoping he wouldn't notice. She quickly wiped them away and tried to blink back the rest that were starting to fall. The hot tears fell faster from her eyes into his lap. He reached to her face and brushed the falling tears away with his thumbs. He gathered her into his arms and rocked her as she sobbed. "Is she really gone? Forever? How can she already be gone? Why?" The young girl couldn't comprehend that her best friend really had passed. "Ssh..shh…" The boy cooed as he fought back tears as well. He didn't bother to tell her that everything would be okay because he knew that it never would be for her. She had lost her best friend. All he could do to help, he told himself, was to love her with everything he had in him and more. She eventually wore herself out from crying, and, amongst hiccups and a few more tears, finally fell asleep to the rhythm of his hand stroking the length of her long, brown hair. He rested his head on top of hers and soon was in Dreamland.
In the morning, he awoke before she did. A soft peck on the lips gently brought her back to conciousness. They sat, wrapped in each other's arms and extra blankets, talking forever. They took a pause and he took her small head in his hands. He pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes so he could look into them. And, as he did, she gazed into his with the greatest of ease, with a look of complete serenity in her eyes.
"I love you, Mimi," The boy simply declared.
"I love you, too, Mark," She said in response.
With that said and confessed, she leaned in for another kiss.