Her eyes were wide open when he placed the back of his hand against her face. He gazed deeply into her heart-shaped face, secretly wanting her to gaze back with the same reverie he held, and knowing she would not. They stood there for what could have been all of eternity, compressed into a single second, holding every single archive of their touches.
"I was born with these hands to do this."
She finally closed her eyes as his hand trailed to her collarbone, and rested there. It laid still and did not move any further.
"Tell me I was made to do this. Tell me."
Her fingers reached up to encircle his, but she kept her eyes firmly closed to hide her soul. He could never know how she truly felt, or he would become content to stop chasing her forever. He could not have her. Not yet.
This was their hidden place, to which they ran away to when the game became null and void of purpose. When they returned to this place their game was renewed. She would then run away and he would follow her like always.
This time was different. She was not running away. She hated herself for it.
He pressed his lips to her temple.
"I was born with these hands to do this."
She finally closed her eyes as his hand trailed to her collarbone, and rested there. It laid still and did not move any further.
"Tell me I was made to do this. Tell me."
Her fingers reached up to encircle his, but she kept her eyes firmly closed to hide her soul. He could never know how she truly felt, or he would become content to stop chasing her forever. He could not have her. Not yet.
This was their hidden place, to which they ran away to when the game became null and void of purpose. When they returned to this place their game was renewed. She would then run away and he would follow her like always.
This time was different. She was not running away. She hated herself for it.
He pressed his lips to her temple.
.............depressing 😰
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