For Madi Merek's Flash Fiction Contest
Prompt: Kissing picture and the word "surrender"
Word Count: 200
Notes: I got 1st place here. Woo! Which also means I get to choose the next picture and word prompt. Check it out and then enter! Google: themadimerek wordpress
You stop me. Just before the door. Surrounded by your parent's legacy. All those eyes, long dead, staring down at us, watching, judging as your hands brace my shoulders, holding on tight, stopping my escape. I glare up at your pleading eyes, so sad with determination as you fight your way closer.
"Please," you whisper, soft breath against my cheek, the cuff of my ear. "Don't leave like this."
The lines on your face deepen with worry, your hair so unruly with stress, and yet your suit, black and expensive, is still so perfect. "Move."
Desperation radiates from you. In the way you stand, blocking my exit. In your hands, so sweaty and distressed against my cheeks. Your lips, brushing and then thrusting against mine. "Please, babe. Their words mean nothing."
I feel it. In my breaking heart. My aching bones. The way my arms want to wrap around your body, bringing you back in so close to mine. Surrendering to your touch. But I can't. Not with the words and the meanings behind them flung at me so carelessly without thought, without consideration.
"Their words mean everything." You don't follow when I slam the door on my way out.