Their Last Kiss

Charlie Hang

Their magnetic lips met one another, breaching each other’s physical and cerebral electrical field. The feeling was deep and never ending. The kind of kiss that let time escape and minds go numb. She didn’t want to separate from him but she had to look at him. Look into those eyes and make sure he was every bit as real as their kiss.

His eyes stared back, glassy and heavy with hurt.

“We don’t have to do this.”

He tried to keep his tone leveled but even as he said it the words came out staggered. Dripping with his desperation.

“It doesn’t feel right to be without you. We fit. We loved…we love each other.”

She closed her eyes, holding back tears.

She closed her eyes and took in the touch and warmth of his hands on her body. She didn’t want him to miss a spot but every spot his hands drifted away from needed him back. Her hands demanded his hands now. She grabbed his from her waist, moving it along up her torso to her mouth. Soft and intense, she submerged herself into his eyes, their fingers webbed, as she kissed every single one of his fingers.

His right hand in the middle of the table with his fingers stretched, begging for hers to join. His left hand further away, with his fingers tiredly hanging on to the edge of the table.

“We don’t have to do this.”

He tried to keep his tone leveled but even as he said it the words came out staggered. Dripping with his desperation.

“It doesn’t feel right to be without you. We fit. We loved…we love each other.”

She pulled her hands back, opening the space between their fingers.

He was on top of her but she needed him closer, her body needed every space between them to be filled with their bodies. She pulled him to her, sealing off the gap with a kiss. There it was again. That deep, psychedelic trip he gave her with his lips. Her eyes closed involuntarily and she let out a fulfilled, blissful moan into him.

He put his hands up to his face and let out a wounded groan. The woman in front of him that gave him so much bravery, courage to feel something, was now piercing him with her silence.

He tried to keep his tone leveled but even as he said it the words came out staggered. Dripping with his desperation.

“It doesn’t feel right to be without you. We fit. We loved…we love each other.”

She ran her hands through her hair, pausing in the middle of the act. Searching her mind for something of substance to lessen his pain.

He brought his hands up to her face, pulling away from the kiss. She dazedly looks up at him, recovering from the journey. In that moment of silence, they were connected on all dimensional planes that only they themselves existed upon. They dove back into one other as he grabbed and pulled her hair. Their need to be one had reached an insurmountable level.

His brain hurt. His chest hurt. He hurt.

He was energetically spent as his mind slowly let his body feel the realization, ‘You’ve lost her.’

The reaction had reached completion and no equilibrium could be achieved.

He tried to keep his tone leveled but even as he said it the words came out staggered. Dripping with his desperation.

“It doesn’t feel right to be without you.” TC mark

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