Flower

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"Do you have to go?"

he's everything i ever wanted, everything i've ever dreamed in a guy is in him. his heart is pure, good. he's good. he makes my heart swell to the point where i think it's going to explode out of my chest, every little touch he gives me sets me on fire, every word and sweet whisper he gives is cherished and forever imprinted onto my mind. he is my man, my boyfriend, my lover, my everything... and he's leaving.

He was leaning against the kitchen counter, tall figure towering over the small girl at the stove as he tried to sneakily pick pieces of food as she cooked them, every time coming up empty and leaning away with a bruising hand from being whacked with the spoon. Funnily enough she would throw small pieces of chicken to the boy across the room, smiling happily when he caught them successfully in his mouth.

"Why does he get some!"

"Because he's being a good boy and waiting"

"Yeah man, get with the program"the teasing voice mocked him, the laugh being heard easily as the girl giggled along with him at my now pouting boyfriend.

The atmosphere was a nice one, despite my obvious dislike at the matter at hand. Two boys lazily talking on the couch, both rather interested in their conversation and giving excited hand moments, another boy leaning on the wall opposite of me, eyes focused on the short girl cooking his dinner, and Kendall, the man I only had eyes for, he was the one trying to taste the food. I was sitting at the table, being denied the ability to help which was fine with me because I was never much of a good cook anyways.

Childishly pouting from being teased he now turned his attention to me, having heard my question and answering it now that he was done being mischievous.

"Yes bay, we can't just cancel, we had this planned out already and besides so many people already bought tickets you know, we can't just let them down"

His deep voice rang out in the kitchen, a hint of frustration heard, not enough to make me alert but enough to take my small friend off guard since he was standing behind her. She tensed up, shoulders rising and grip on the spoon tightening before nervously laughing it off and swatting at kendall again with the spoon. She spaces out and gets startled easily, a nasty habit she claims to have no control over yet for some reason I still found it annoying at times. She slipped out of spot and went to the cupboards. Light green eyes stared at me then, darting side to side, up and down, searching my face, appearance, catching my attention. He always had my attention. His dirty blond hair slightly disarray by the numerous times he's run his hands through his hair. Think pink lips were parted, white teeth poking out of their hiding place, giving him the casual "what do you want me to do expression".

"I know that, I'm just gonna miss you when you're gone." my voice came out weak, pathetic, but i couldn't care less, because it's how i felt. How can I not feel sad and miserable when the man who promised me love and protection, the man who had been my anchor for the past two years, was leaving?

His expression softened, those same thin lips now spreading into a smile. He walked over, forcing me to crane my head up to look at him, slightly tensing when his hand went up to cradle the side of my face, tugging slightly to make me stand on the tips of my toes so he could sneak an arm around my waist and hold me there. I was still not used to so much touch in our relationship. i just didn't like touch in general, i was working on it. For him, for me. He understands, he always understands. Maybe that's what drew me in, how I let myself easily and foolishly fall under his spell.

Light green eyes stared Into my brown ones, thumb raking back and forth over my cheek. I'm going to miss this when he's gone.