Prompt: Yours
Pairing: Take your pick
His fingers brushed a few strands of hair out of my face. The wind just blew them right back, which made him smile. A fake smile. There was no reason to be happy, for he was about to leave.
"You really have to go?" I whispered, barely holding my tears back. I didn't want him to go, but he silently nodded his head. The smile had already disappeared. I placed my hands on both sides of his face, my eyes penetrating his. I didn't know what I was searching for, or what I hoped to find.
His velvet lips pressed gently against mine for one final goodbye.
"You're mine," he whispered. While I let my tears finally fall, and I nodded.
"I'm yours."