Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }

the one with the farewells once more

No.

She didn't need that.

Oh God. She didn't deserve that.

It was cruel of him, even if he was unaware of his actions.

They stood inside the air port.

He was leaving right now.

There was three minutes until his plane boarded, and he was gone once again, out of her reach, across the world.

They stood, facing one another.

Emi was in her pastel purple sweater, that she hadn't worn in quite a while.

She felt like a slightly different person.

The person before all this happened had changed, lightly.

But oh god, was his action cruel.

Their gaze on one another had been broken when the over head voice told him that his plane was boarding.

Damn him.

What did he do?

You're asking that question.

As the time ticked down, he hugged her. 

He hugged her like she was his life, like she was the only thing he ever wanted... As if he wasn't going to leave.

But when he went to part, he backed away, and leaned in for a kiss.

He stopped himself five inches from her face.