A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! I'm so sorry for the missed update, it was a really busy week for me, but I'm sorry about this late one! Anyway, without further ado, here ya go:

He pulls her close and she falls into him. Her hand snakes down and he caves to her touch. He kisses her hard and pries open her mouth and she looks at him in a way that makes him stumble. And so, they fall into each other.

And she says they probably shouldn't, and he nods and agrees, and they end up in each other's arms once again.

This is going to hurt, they know it better than anyone, they know it because it hurts now. As the days count down and time runs out. It hurts already, it's been hurting, they've known it, they never stopped it.

So instead they end up with soft slow kisses, and hands holding tightly, and hugs that feel like they should never end.

It's a mismatched journey they're on and it doesn't make any sense, even to them and yet they end up cuddled next to each other.

It's not okay. It's never been okay. But it's been the best thing they've had. It's been the most painful thing they've had.

He's silent but his eyes say everything, she tries to talk it out but it's never enough. So many thoughts, so many words left unsaid.

They don't always flow together, it's a cacophony of things, the story out of order, jumping from one part to the next leaving things only half explained.

Like each part is a half-finished thought, that never quite got its moment before the next thing appears. Sometimes there's a jump back, sometimes there isn't and sometimes that's just as far as they got.

They always fall back though, fall back to each other and she's on his lap and he's kissing her neck and they're pulled into it all again.

So much is said within those kisses and longing eyes and half open mouths. So much is felt. It's the feel of his arms around her that lingers in her mind, the way her hands card through his hair helps him sleep at night.

They care. They care too much about each other. They care so much it might even be called love. But it still is going to end. It still has to end. It's just going to explain the hurt. The heartbreak to come.

The hurt, it's going to be bad, it's going to be a lot, even thinking about it hurts. And they know it, and feel it, in every moment they have left together, the timer is running out.

It's dumb, it should be some other way, it should have stopped before he pulled her close, before her hands wandered, before the gazes and the smirks, before it all was going to hurt.

"Your life would be easier without me, without this," he says to her one night as sit holding each other.

She's blinking back tears as she responds, "but not better."

A/N: So what did you guys think? If you felt it was jumpy or it didn't make too much sense or felt unsatisfied with the flow, that was the point. I wanted to mess around with writing styles (plus I'm super tired and have writers block) and convey the feeling of this little drabble through the syntax. It's a bit humbles but it's supposed to be.

So what did you think? Did you like what I was going for, did I succeed, did you like it? It doesn't make too much sense, but it's not supposed to, even they don't know. I'd love to hear your interpretations!

Please Review! I'd love to hear your thoughts!

And as always, thanks for reading!

See ya :)