No More Goodbyes

By: ParamoreXO

She's a picture perfect girl and he's the frame.

Gwen had always been a beautiful girl in his dark, earthy eyes. She was genuinely gorgeous, natural beauty radiating from her. Paint any color on her, she'd pull it off. She was perfect…picture perfect.

Kevin had always claimed he held a "roughish charm" and Gwen couldn't agree more. He'd always be there for her; she knew that with every fiber of her being. Every time she'd get hurt on the battlefield, most of the time his dark eyes were the first ones her bright emerald pair would meet. Without him there to hold her up, Gwen would have just been another pretty face…a line in a song. She needed him there.

Kevin could have run his fingers through her long, silky, fire red hair for hours on end. She loved it when he toyed around with it, twisted the ends and smoothed it out. When he placed his lips on her head to whisper those sweet thoughts into her hair and let the meaning tumble onto her made her shiver. It thrilled him when Gwen's hair sprawled all across the backseat of his car. They both knew what was coming after that.

He leaned into her, hands placed lightly over her shoulders as if he were playfully pinning her down. Her hands would eventually find their way around his neck, snaking through his shaggy jet black hair. Once his lips met hers in a searing kiss, her hands would travel down his rock hard muscles that always took her breath away. As her fingers trailed up and down his arms in a way he found absolutely mesmerizing she would find his chiseled chest. Sometimes it really disappointed her that the curtain of cotton covering Kevin's ripped body was there.

He tried to focus on her lips, he really did. Every time they'd make out in the back of his car, though, it haunted him to have her close. It tempted him, the way he pressed his body against her curvy one. One particular curve that rose and pressed against his chest always made him crazy. He knew Gwen wouldn't ever be that physical with him…but that's what made him want it more. To know that something was off limits made him want it more than ever before. The fact that she sometimes wore button downs made things practically impossible. It was hard to ignore when he knew with just a snap of a few buttons, she was his.

He had respect. She trusted him.

That was what kept him from anything his mind was pressuring him to do. Her trust in him was stronger than any trust he'd held in his entire life. If he broke it…he'd break her heart. The ex-con knew what it felt like to be double crossed, betrayed. You're left to wonder what you did wrong to make someone swindle you like that. In reality, you did nothing. He'd learned that the hard way.

The older teen had spent days on end wondering what had happened to lead to him ending up with empty pockets when they should have been overflowing with cash. Foolish mistakes…naivety…could that been it? He'd gone crazy and was fed up with wondering why. Forgetting those little deals that pushed him farther and farther away was the best choice he'd ever made. Forgetting the feelings that flooded those memories was impossible. They had eaten away at his broken heart, brought up on everything but love itself.

Gwen filled that void, the black hole in his heart. She bound the shards together with love he'd never had the chance to experience before. Maybe he was his first but that didn't mean she was his last, too. He didn't think he could love anyone else, though. He'd gotten too close, shared all those things he probably should have never let her explore. He was wasted just thinking it was the end.

He didn't want endings.

No more goodbyes.

Kevin had been through that more than enough times. Gwen was the only one for him, he'd decided that long ago when he'd let her in, knock down his high barriers. She'd slipped inside when he least expected. Ever kiss edged the door open a little more, the lock broken a long time ago. She was his key, the redhead had the ability to close him up and lock his feelings away with any choice words. If she left him, he would most likely die.

For her, it was another story in his pit black eyes. Gwen deserved to explore with her heart a little more. Let others hold her close and whisper those meaningless little lies into her ear. It wouldn't be fair if he held her back from a life like that, making her believe he was the only one for her naïve mind.

The thing was that she really did believe that with all her heart. That he was the only one. No one understood her in the way Kevin did. Some things about him she still couldn't comprehend because the instant she thought she had the boy all figured out, he let her in a little deeper and it changed her perspective. He'd always be a thrill to her. There would always be something more to him than what was let on. The day she would have him completely figured out, the puzzle pieces completely put in their rightful place, …she'd probably never live to see that day.

She didn't need to know everything about him, though. As long as he was always there for her and vice versa, it would all be okay.

He's the fingers tied tight together, crossed until knuckles become white, hidden behind her back. To him, she's that missing puzzle piece to life he finally found, a perfect fit. To her, he's all the pieces falling into place around her lonesome self. Before her, he was living like he wasn't alive in the first place. She opened his eyes, he broadened her taste. She changed the meaning of life to him. He is her meaning to life.