"…Are you going to kiss me good night?" she'd asked him, early on when her love was still young and just as bright. The words had come out quiet and stuttered, and her face was hot as she asked, but she'd kept her gaze firm and her heartbeat steady.
He'd stiffened at the question, color flooding his face, and she'd felt horribly awkward. She shouldn't have asked him at the door, not when she was fumbling for her keys, not when they were still new at this, not when he didn't really understand that she loved him. "Sorry-" she said, just as he'd begun to say something.
He paused, running a hand through his short hair so that it fell over his eyes. "I-Inoue, I…"
Her gaze dropped and her toes curled and her stomach sank. Oh, she'd gone and ruined the evening-
But then he leaned forward suddenly, his hand sliding underneath her heavy curtain of hair and brushing at her throat. She would realize later that her eyes slipped shut even without knowing what he was going to do (she had never lost that blind trust) and when his lips brushed at the corner of her mouth, everything melted away.
"…Good night," he mumbled, even as his warmth vanished and he faded into the darkness all too quickly.
She'd barely made it into the house before her legs gave way.
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