"Thanks for dinner," you say. You were walking back to Alex's, after a great evening.
"Don't worry about it, love" he says. There was a small pause of thought. You knew you were thinking of the same thing. Tomorrow. You were terrified of what tomorrow would bring. You had forgotten what it felt like to not have Alex with you for more than a couple hours, as pathetic as that sounds. You had no idea how you were going to stay strong at the airport. The thought of saying goodbye circled your mind, torturing you.
As you approach the flat, Alex stops you outside the front door.
"Whats up?" you say. He sighs and kisses you with as much passion as he can manage. You can feel his love for you on his lips. After he finishes, he unlocks the front door and steps inside, leaving you memorised by the soft touch of his pink lips.
/ sorry this is short lmao /
