Never thought we'd have a last kiss
Never imagined we'd end like this
The door swung open a little bit too hard but she didn't care not tonight. Not when she entered the loft, soaking wet from the rain, expecting him to greet her but was only met with silence. Her eyes slammed shut, gasping for breath, her fingers touching her lips.
The memory flooded her, his body slamming into hers, his lips everywhere at once only pausing when she led him to the bedroom where he whispered that word just for her over and over. Even though it wasn't explicit they both understood what he meant.
She collapsed on the floor against the bed before she allowed her grief to consume her. Tears streamed down her eyes, spilling on her favorite shirt she managed to put on – his shirt, the blue one that brought out his eyes.
The next memory crashed into her like a freight train, she couldn't get the 4th off from work and he couldn't get out of his book tour so they planned their own personal celebration for a few days after. She flew into the city from D.C. where he picked her up and headed straight to the Hamptons. At the time, it was the longest they had been apart, he was the only one she saw when she ran off the plane, for once ignoring the stares and jumping straight into his arms.
She never thought it would end like this, always imagined her going first, an occupational hazard to say the least. She doesn't know how to do this; it was selfish hoping she wouldn't have to go through this. Not that she wanted to him to go through this but learning to live without him was something she never thought she'd have to do.
Bam!
She's in the local Hampton's bar watching him mingle with some of his friends they ran into, before she knew it they convinced him to dance, not that it was hard he loved showing off especially in front of her. He spun around stopping in front of her hand out. Knowing he wouldn't take no for answer she rolled her eyes but allowed him to pull her up, with the corners of her mouth turning up.
Despite her efforts to shut him out, he weaseled his way into her life long before that rainy night; even before they met, he was apart of her life. She carried the hope for justice he gave her everyday since she picked up his books.
She remembers their special handshake he came up with when trying to keep their relationship a secret. It felt silly at the time and probably raised more suspicion considering they never shook hands but it was perfectly them. God, she wanted to kiss him more than anything in that moment just like when he rambled on about something and kissing him was the only way to shut him up. Her cheeks flushed when she remembered how some of those interruptions ended. He may have called them "rude" but there were no complaints.
Her hand swiped at the tears, trying to wipe them away but it was pointless, they kept falling. She can't stop them now, every memory coming all at once. This is why she didn't let herself break down often, it was too much to handle. She knew she would find him but that didn't make these nights alone easier. The only way for her to be okay again was to find him. Their last kiss hadn't happened yet.
Just like our last kiss
Forever the name on my lips