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He kisses me. His lips feel good against mine, felt right (I know I know very cliché, but maybe its cliché because its true). Not bad for a grandpa. Honestly it was amazing, but I knew I had to stop it, before he got hopeful. But I didn't think this would ever happen. It's not that I didn't think about it, but it caught me of guard. I need to stop it, I know that, but I don't want to. I just want to stay here forever. But eventually I pull away

Me: I'm sorry, I can't do this Steve – he looks devastated, and honestly so am I

S: Why not? It feels right Nat, you and I. C'mon u can't tell me u don't feel it too – I've never seen him talk like that, he almost sounds... well, scared

Me: I'm sorry- it breaks me to break his heart like this, I can't tell you how much I wish I could just kiss him, but that wouldn't be fair to him. This is probably the cheesiest phrase on the entire planet -no universe- and I hate myself for thinking it, but when you care this much about someone, sometimes you have to let them go, even if it kills you.

He doesn't say anything, there's nothing but silence (which is weird considering that this tower is never quiet when we need it to be) and the sound of our respirations, he stays a few more seconds, just processing. He looks so disappointment

He tries saying something, his mouth opens, but nothing comes out. He clears his throat and simply says, no emotion whatsoever:

- I should go

And just like that he's gone, before I can even blink

Narrator POV:

One tear rolls down her face, but she wipes it always, prohibiting herself from thinking about this and quietly reprehending herself for crying because of a boy. She tries to go to sleep, with no success.

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