LIBBY FRENCH
march 24th 2019
01:16 AM
"you can kiss me, libby." that's all i needed, call me stupid, call me a child. but this irresistible pull, was dragging me towards the man in front of me. i was drunk on his presence, he made me forget the deepest, darkest memories.
he made me alive on the day of death.
i nodded at him, a small smile pulled against my will, as i leaned up slightly, pushing my forehead against his. our noses tapped, once or twice. then i pressed my lips to his.
i had kissed my fair share of people before, had a few temporary partners, a month or three at most, yet i had never felt a feeling as present as this.
it stilled the beating of my heart, wrapped my lungs tightly in string, cutting off all forms of circulation from my body; air refused to move to my aching muscles. my eyes squeezed tightly shut.
we pulled away for a moment, i'd managed to capture my breath once again. the eye contact we held was knee weakening, he glanced down to my lips once again, before pressing forward devouring all sense of time.
this continued a few times, my back pressed securely against the tree, splinters digging in to my back, a hand of his placed on the side of my neck, tracing the softness of my jaw.
it felt like forever until we both parted. our cheeks were red, mine from the overwhelming affection i felt towards him. his possible from the cold.
"i don't usually move that quick, but the threat of our deaths, usually isn't this close." i tried to diffuse the tension, and it worked i think. a breathy chuckle, almost like a song, parted through his pink lips as his head was thrown back slightly.
"and i promise you, libby french, i don't usually move that quick either."
"so uh, are we still faking this whole thing for today?" i smiled stupidly at him, placing my hand over his chest; his heart was beating rapidly.
"we can take it as it comes, no time frames." he tucked a stand of hair they fell out of my pony tail, back into the hair bobble.
"no time frames." i responded to him.
YOU ARE READING
eventually * HIDDLESTON
Fiksi Penggemarlibby and tom both have their countdown and are slowly anticipating their end. based off of the book 'they both die at the end' by adam silvera.
