Both

Just a night

Someone wanted to grab her and make her his, someone wanted to run his hands on her smooth skin for the last time before it was too late. Someone wanted to believe that this wasn't the last time to lay eyes on her. Someone wanted to believe that tomorrow night he would be holding her in his arms like every other night. Someone wanted to believe that he would be calm without her, that he would sleep peacefully at nights, that he wouldn't wake up choking from his own tears.

Someone wanted.

But someone couldn't.

He was staring at her while she was sleeping. She was tangled among the bed sheets, her legs glowing under the moonlight. He averted his gaze to the window. The moon was full, so was his despair. She was breathing heavily, he was not breathing at all. He was holding his breath so that he could only focus on hers.

The room was blunt. Grey walls, black leather bed, wooden desk, nonexistent carpet, naked walls, naked heart, naked soul, breath, naked life, breath, naked arms, breath, na-breath-ked tomorrow.

No, stop.

The walls were getting closer, suffocating him.

The window seemed more and more appealing.

Just to stare the view. The moon behind the forest.

He stared at her again. Her dark hair sprawled all over her face. He couldn't make out her features, but he knew oh too well. He knew about the rosy cheeks, he knew about the inviting lips, he knew about those haunting eyes... he just knew... and he would never forget.

23:58.

It was time. Time to leave.

He gathered his things and he approached her bed. He ran his fingers on her smooth cheeks.

"I' ll love you" he whispered on her neck before he set a kiss right on that spot. His favorite spot.

The door opened. Someone walked out. Someone didn't turn his head back. The door closed.