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7 | Feathers

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"It's like you're stuck on a treadmill running in the same place"

~ Life is Worth Living (Purpose)

HIS lips were soft. So damn soft. They pressed against mine in such a way that felt like I was among the clouds, drifting off to a place of paradise. I didn't want it to end. I wanted it to last forever. The way his hand lightly held my face, guiding my lips to move in sync with his was impeccable, rushing these waves of euphoria that I haven't felt in such a long time. I felt everything hit me all at once. The comfort. The happiness. The need. The devastation.

I wanted him. In that moment I knew. I knew in certainty that I wanted him. I wanted his kiss and I wanted his company.

It didn't occur to me that for some reason, I wanted the company of a stranger. I wanted to kiss a man I didn't know existed until last week. I wanted to hold a man I didn't even know the last name of.

And it sure as hell didn't occur to me that maybe I was losing my mind.

I drew away from the kiss, unable to continue with the thoughts that were invading my mind. His eyes were closed when I opened mine, his hand still against my face in a soft touch. When he looked at me a second later, I couldn't help but smile. He looked beautiful, almost excessively. His eyes were a tint of green I've never seen before and they held such a familiarly unfamiliar warmth that I couldn't get enough of.

"Now that," he whispered in a deeper tone, "is something."

I couldn't help but smile. "Damn right."

He chuckled. "Was that the something you promised me?"

"Hmm, no," I shook my head, reaching to run my thumb over his scruffy beard. "Besides, you kissed me."

"And I wanna do it again," he whispered before leaning in again. I couldn't reject him, because I wanted him to do it again. I wanted him to steal my breath away with his remarkable lips. And even though I knew that I should push him away, I couldn't. There was no way we would last the test of time, more so since I would outlive him. And I couldn't bear to do that again. Not after Alexander.

This time, he pulled away first, almost drawing a noise of rejection from me, which I made sure to refrain from making.

I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me. "How about I show you that something now?"

His smile widened. "I'd be happy to follow you anywhere."

I almost laughed. "Anywhere?"

He nodded, assured of his answer.

"And if I end up taking you to a dark alley for," I paused, giving him a look to spark cautiousness, "reasons I can't really vocalize?" I teased.

He shrugged, his smile unaltered. "I guess I'm gonna die a happy death, then."

I was going to let out a laugh and rebuke him for his corny line, but his eyes changed right after he spoke. A look of agony sharped the green in his eyes, making them look dark and tortured. I froze, unable to understand what was going on. It couldn't be something I said; I was only teasing him. His changed vibe gave me a sense of assurance that it wasn't because of me he looked so pained. I guess its human nature to assume that someone quick change in mood is out fault. Or maybe it's just me looking for issues that aren't there.