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A kiss. (Part 2)

He tried to take the glass out of her hand. But she shouted. Shards spread on the wooden floor. She leaned into his chest. She asked him to kiss her for the very last time. But he remained silent. And she cried. And his shirt got darker. But maybe she stopped crying into his chest. And maybe she went in the kitchen, making herself another drink. And maybe he went after her. Maybe screaming at her. But maybe she remained silent. And maybe he stopped mid sentence. Maybe because he saw her bloodshot eyes. And maybe he remembered. Maybe he saw how broken she was. And maybe he blamed himself. She maybe wanted to move but he blocked the way out. And he realized it maybe has been always this way. He went for a last kiss and she let the glass fall down again. He put his hands on her cheeks a last time. And he let her feel his skin under her fingertips. But she felt like the soft feeling of his lips lasted too short. His breath smelled like mint and pot. Her lips tasted like cheery vodka and lipstick. And maybe after that kiss he left. But maybe she left. And both remained silent.