Kyle

Lose Me

“Kyle.” My hand reached for his as he began to turn away. “Kyle.” My voice was soft and strained. I had so much to say, and only a few words to say it. “Kyle, kiss me.” My hand still rested in his. I quickly pushed my bangs out of my face, and pressed my palm to his sturdy jaw. My eyes searched his deep, hue-filled greens for some sign of what he was thinking. But I could see nothing. Like always, his thoughts and intentions were sealed below a layer of bland disinterest. All I could see was the reflection of my own frantic, worried eyes in the ice of his. As I waited for him to move, to make a decision about what I’d said, I began to think of the things that had brought us here.