Ally, Imagined *hiatus

Chrysalis

"This," he said.

Suddenly, I felt his lips colliding with mine, a little forceful at first with a hunger but then quickly faded into being as gentle as kissing roses. I'm not going to say that his lips melded into mine, or they fit each other perfectly, because they didn't. His lips were chapped and dry. My lips had a little bit of beige lip gloss and strawberry scented chap stick.

No love is perfect, no matter how hard you try. The only lips that you will fit into are your own. That's the sole lesson I learned here, from a single kiss. My first kiss. My first kiss, that I didn't have to kiss someone else, and instead they came to me.

I felt his lips move away from mine, our eyes opening at the same time. 

"I'm sorry," Royal said, breaking the silence. "I stole your first kiss, and now you're about to hate me because of what I have to tell you." I saw a tear stray from his eye, glistening from the sun as it ran down his cheek.

I smiled, as odd as it sounds, I smiled. It's not that anyone broke him, or that he broke himself, it's a case of humanity. A case of humanity as in we will all find love, somewhere, somehow, in another timeline or not. "No, I won't, Royal. Just say it."

He took a shaky breath. "I know how to get you home. I'm sorry for not telling you."

I put a hand on his shoulder, laughing at his words. "Royal, why are you crying about that? Even if you know a way for me to go home, I'm forcing you to remember every second of me, okay? Yes, I'm going home. I have to. We all have to go home one day, we all have to be wander and find our way back. Just, promise me. Promise you'll remember me if I remember you."

He looked up at me with a sad smile. "I promise, Ember."

"By the way, my name isn't Ember. It's Ally Imogene." I bit my lip to not laugh again at his reaction. His sad smile turned to a grin, and suddenly, I felt his hands tickling me anywhere you might be ticklish. "Okay, okay, stop! I'm sorry!" I wheezed out between laughs and breaths.

Royal pulled me over to sit on his lap, holding my hands. "Please, come back to me one day. When you do, I swear to God I'm going to marry you."

I turned myself around to sit cross-legged and facing him on his legs. I stuck my tongue out and crossed my arms. "Wow, always making the women work, aren't you?"

He leaned a bit closer to me. "This is why I love you." Royal whispered.

"Just take me home and promise you and Court will come with me, how about that?" I offered.

Royal sighed, leaning his head back again. "Fine. You are truly a stubborn woman, aren't you?"

My eyes went wide. I really didn't think he would be so willing to come with. I mean, he had  a life here. He had a family. He had made ink stains in the desert sand for everyone to remember. Maybe that's why he wanted to leave, though.

Because he had made a mark.