The Point Of No Return/Chandelier Crash – The Phantom Of The Opera

She knew that when they'd first kissed, she would be lost in him. And she knew that when he'd kissed her after that, so was he. But he was so stubborn, and she was so unsure. And they were both waiting for the other. And they both knew it was ridiculous.

"God bless Ella," she moaned around her dinner, sitting in the seventh floor apartment. She knew it was ridiculous that he was all the way over there, the other side of the table, when they both wanted to be next to each other, always. But she was unsure, wasn't she? And he was stubborn, and she knew that.

"Babe," he said smiling as he took a smaller bite than her fork-full. She watched him through her eyelashes, something she'd only started doing when they started having these not-dates (but really, they were dates. But she was unsure, wasn't she? And he was stubborn. So they weren't dates, really) and now she caught herself absently studying his face as he ate. She started with his nose, because it was the centre. Really, he was her centre, so she thought it best to start with his faces centre. Then she followed his cheeks, strong and defined, but soft and smooth. Really, that was their not-relationship aside from the defined part (because she was unsure, wasn't she? And he was stubborn).

His eyes were downcast, so there was no looking at those. But she knew their exact shade, and the lashes that rimmed his eyes darkly that she knew their count. So she moved next to his lips. They really defined their not-relationship. Soft, smooth, strong like his cheeks, but they were also beautiful and were able to say so much. They were what she wanted (his lips, and their not-relationship to be a relationship), and she was sure. But he was stubborn. And she would change that.

She sat her fork down with a clank and picked up her plate as she moved to sit next to him. And now he wasn't over there anymore, he was right here. And he wasn't on the other side of the table, he was next to her. And she wasn't unsure, and she would make him not-stubborn. And it wouldn't be ridiculous, it would be perfect.

God, these just take on a life of their own! I swear, I meant it to relate more to the song, but I got caught up!