Trigger warning
You turned over in the bed. It was warm and comfy, but you still didn't manage to sleep.
As you turned over your (e/c) eyes met a pair of dark browns.
He was awake and he was waiting for you to fall asleep.
You smiled as he spoke with his looks. He wasn't sleepy.
He started playing with your hair, and tickle your neck. You giggle, and push his hand away.
He smiles, as he keeps looking at your face.
He knows you and you know him. You talk without words. You love without touch.
He searches for your hand and puts his in it. He looks at it still smiling. He places a butterfly kiss on you forehead.
With his other hand he pulls you closer. For the last time you look at him as you move your head on his chest and slowly fall asleep listening to his calming breathing.
You open your eyes to the cold raindrops on your shoulder.
You stand up and as you start walking home you look back, and blow a kiss gaping
"I love you"
And you never heard it back.
Because gravestones don't talk.
