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no surprises - radiohead
his unkept hair freely hangs on the side of his face as his head stays low and eyes stuck to the floor, showing obvious exhaustion. it's the third argument this week and you both are tired to the bone, one misunderstanding after another that takes too long to detangle.
"so what do you want me to do?" his voice comes out as a deep whisper, the words barely reaching your ear.
you keep quiet. you can't answer him. you want to, but it seems as if your mouth decides to stay shut and protect your relationship that's barely hanging on a thin thread, waiting for the moment for it to snap.
you feel sick. physically and emotionally. your eyes are teary, but so are his. you wipe the tears that fell from the corners of your eyes as he was still staring at the texture of the rug you bought together a few months back.
"i can't do this anymore." he voices out again. loud and clear this time, like a statement. showing you how done he is with all this crap you both tried to pretend is working out when it truly wasn't.
tears run faster along your cheeks and you decide that wiping them away doesn't help anymore. it keeps falling, thick and salty and dropping on your now wet shirt.
"no." for the first time in a while, it is your turn to say something but that is the only thing you can muster up. a simple no. what else could you say? he's your everything and it's a fact that you both were suffering with each other's existence but you can't simply let him slip away so easily.
your throat feels like it's closing up on itself and you feel yourself struggling to breathe. you tug on the neck of your shirt hoping it will help you in your effort of getting extra oxygen in this tense moment.
"so–" your voice breaks before you could continue your sentence. keeping your composure and clearing your throat, you keep talking. "so what are you suggesting then?" the words sounded heavy as they came out from your mouth.
silence. god this silence is killing you. you are already suffocating and this silence is like a cherry on top. a few more minutes and you think you can pass out from the intensity of this whole situation.
you counted to 40 before you decide to speak again. "why are you not talking–" a familiar pair of lips softly touches yours. his hands are ghostly dancing around your face, yet never actually touching you. is he scared? disgusted perhaps? you slowly reaches his surprisingly freezing hands and putting them on your cheeks.
his fingers automatically run along your jaw, just like how he always does while your hands rest gently on his nape.
the kiss feels comfortingly painful. you can feel just how much he was hurting the whole time you both were trying to keep this relationship from falling apart.
but at the same time, his love for you far recedes the universe. it was simply the right person at the wrong time, as people would usually say.
only one thing didn't change and that is the taste of his lips when he kisses you. your bodies move back in sync and slowly reaches the wall. the cold surface feels different from his warm torso sticking on yours as one of his arm tightly placed itself on your waist and holding you two close together.
you can hear soft moans and breathes coming from him while your lips embrace his soft ones. his fingers lightly stroke your shivering skin under your shirt. gently caressing the lower part of your back and going all the way to your stomach making you whimper on his lips, but stopping until the waistband of your jeans.
your hands are also unconsciously slipping under his shirt and on his sculptured abs, feeling him flexing from your touch.
though, it all stops there. you both part from each other, breathing heavy as the color of your irises burn into his mind. he knows this is the last time he can stare into them, so he mentally capture this moment to keep in his heart.
"i love you." he stated.
"let's break up." he continued, his whisper feeling warm on your lips.
you nod. a single tear falling again, his thumb tried wiping it away before your eyes turn into a waterfall and wetting his hand in warm tears. the way your eyes look up to him still makes his heart beat faster than ever. his eyes begin looking glossy too as his gaze tells you just how fond he is of you.
though crying is the appropriate action for the moment, you both are smiling as you reminisced the moments you had with him. even in the heat of arguing and frustration, he would never hurt you. at the end of the day, he would always come back to your arms and kiss your knuckles to remind you of his love.
but good things have to end.
it's for the better, you tell yourself, as you watch the boy you love with your whole heart slowly walk out the door.
