I don't hit him.
I don't push him away.
I stay there.
And I kiss him back.
His hands are cupping my face as his fingertips tangle in my hair, and my hands are on his cold, wet chest.
His lips move with mine gently, almost as if he's scared. Fear and longing tangled in the same cells. But as his mouth engulfs my own, my chest falls and my reality cracks. My planet of omniscience collapses within itself, and there's no way of getting it back.
Blue's my destruction. But he may also be my recreation.
