Our second kiss tasted like cold air.
We were at our friend's house.
I was looking to the sky on the balcony when you came behind me.
I could feel your heat even though you were saying I was the warm one.
You hugged me from behind and I told you what would happen if I'd try to jump.
How I wouldn't even be able to die instantly and about how hurtful it would be.
You told me it seemed so real when I talked about it like I've already lived it.
I just smiled.
You leaned over my shoulder and kissed me.
I felt the taste of cold-nighty fresh air in my mouth.
Our second kiss tasted like cold air.
