Hoping [h.s.]

Mirage.

song for this chapter:
All I Ask - Adele
(link added if you'd like to listen while reading!)
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July 22/23
(Same Night/Next Morning)

No Perspective

For the first time since their first glance on their routinely subway rides, time actually stopped.

The pair was forced to halt all intrusive thoughts that sought shelter in their minds and focus on the moment that had both their hearts and bodies crumbling.

This was it.

Their final night.

Their eyes pleaded what their voices failed to utter, leaving an open conversation floating between the two, leaving it to fate to lead their next steps, just like they did when they committed their love towards one another on that crisp night of May.

When their gazes met after their tense dispute, they knew they wouldn't regret consenting their body's way of sharing their final farewell, though they found themselves wanting to prolong it as much as they could.

Despite their short time together, their love grew to be beyond what any great poet could cite in their work.

Without even being aware of it, they shared and collected with each other pieces of an invisible puzzle they kept trying to put together, not knowing that the last missing piece was beyond their reach, ultimately leaving their progress unfinished.

Looking back at it now, neither of them regret consenting our actions. If anything, they found themselves wanting to prolong it as much as they could.

For the first time in their time together, time actually stopped, this time, the ones who were playing tricks on it was them instead of the other way around.

From the moment their lips molded together, both lovers tried to pour every ounce of endearment their bodies carried and felt throughout their time together onto a single kiss.

Their hands couldn't seem to settle on one particular area of each other's bodies as they tried to find the hems of each other's clothes, so their chests collided together and meshed together as one.

Like it was meant to be.

Their clothing flew around the living room by the second as they tore it from their bodies, desperate to feel each other's skin and remind themselves that this was real, that they were once real.

His hands found the flesh of her thighs, hoisting her up to carry her through the threshold of her bedroom, settling into a sitting position by the end of the bed with her body straddling his lap.

Their lips traced every inch of each other's skin, like they were saving up every drop of sweetness from each other for keepsake.

Their hips shifting against each other are frantic, aching for some sort of relief, begging to link their bodies and relish in the pleasure only they knew how to give one another.

For the second time this night, against his own wishes of continuing their current action, Harry held onto Jarelle's dampened cheek and pulled back, watching as she furrowed her brows and her lips pouted on the absence of his lips on hers. She opened her eyes and stared up at him with longing eyes and tear-stained cheeks.