Love explains.
"T-Trist I-I, W-We--" I stopped mid sentence when he placed his thumb and gently caressed my lips.
His palm was cold as it touched my skin.
It was giving me cold chills which I just shrugged off as usual.
"Shhh. Let's not talk about it Love."
He tucked in a strand of my locks that went into my face and as he did I saw a tear escape from his eyes which I gently wiped off and smiled at him.
Then I noticed he was leaning on to me closer and closer as he did until his lips touched mine.
His kiss was sweet but surprisingly cold.
And he wasn't breathing.
