"Stay," her feeble voice barely above the sound of a whisper. She inhales deeply, attempting to suppress the anxious nerves forming at the pit of her stomach.
His eyes dart around the room, scanning the floor for a distraction from her doll-like brown eyes; he fixes his eyes on a small pile of clothing that has gathered after their deed of lust. Blankly he continues to stare at the evidence of their devotion, praying that this didn't have to be the end. Both knew far too well this was goodbye, both paralysed to admit the truth. She extends her hand, tracing small circular shapes against the thin fabric of his black tee draped over his torso, his suddenly heavy eyelids flutter shut as contentment flush over his distressed thoughts; masking his regret.
"Don't go," her voice cracks towards the end, hinting at the breaking of her heart. "Please, stay."
He exhale deeply, brushing the wild mop of curls back with the centre of his palm; not once making eye contact. He pats her leg softly, implying her to move her legs so his broad body can fit in next to her. Finally, after what seems like forever they're eyes meet once again, a smile finding its way to his lips.
This is where they belong.
Together.
