03 | baiser.

1.1K 93 97
                                    

B A I S E R

[french → kiss] 

It came again—the memories. It came flashing by in her mind and she couldn't stop it from happening.

She felt his soft lips on hers. He tasted of lemons—sweet and sour. Their breaths met, her heart racing. It felt amazing—the feeling of euphoria rushing through her body. The sound of the whispering winds blew in, only to intensify the kiss even more.

Nathan pressed his lips harder, pushing her against the wall as he did it. Her back ached but she didn't care. All she cared about was him. A soft moan escaped his lips, his hands cupping her face as they kissed.

In between breaths, he said, "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known."

She woke up with a sudden jolt, breathing heavily. Touching her face in disbelief, her lips trembled. Tears started to fall, only remembering the kiss she had with Nathan. It was all just a memory of him. He's dead and he's never coming back.

Clutching the hem of her shirt, she sobbed as more memories of Nathan flashed before her. It has already been a fortnight since his death—it felt like it just happened yesterday. The thought of him pained her day by day, as if forming a hole in her heart, killing her slowly. The sudden sound of the creaking door broke the silence.

She felt someone sitting beside her, and felt a hand on her shoulder. "How long are you going to live like this?"

It was Emily and Maya knew the exact reason why she was here—it was too comfort her. Maya kept quiet, only the sound of the rustling leaves outside filled the air.

"Maya, look at me." Emily grabbed her shoulders. She turned to looked at her, teary-eyed. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"

Maya didn't have an answer.

Shaking her head, Emily sighed. "Go and get ready—we're late for work," Maya stood still, her eyes locked gazes with the picture of Nathan on the wall opposite of her. He was beautiful. He was her love. 

And he will always be.

The Man Who Left | ✔Where stories live. Discover now