//ᎮᎥፈᏦ ᎷᏋ ᏬᎮ- ᎩᎧᏬ ᏦᏁᎧᏇ Ꭵ'Ꮇ ᏖᎧᎧ ᏕᏂᎧᏒᏖ-!// KittenShipping RP

// "Don't you dare look back, walk away, catch up with the sunrise" //

Genres: Angst, Love, Romance, and possible "mature" themes.

Scenario:

//This is torturous, like chastity between both of us. //

They were supposed to be forever, but forever itself didn't last forever.

A bad past and bad habits broke them apart.

He had to walk away and catch up with the sunrise to keep from falling apart at the thought of staying in a place where his pain was. He had to leave. He wasn't sure if it'd be forever or not.

She was left behind because she wasn't able to leave. She couldn't. It wasn't her time to leave yet.

//Leave me at the altar, knowing all the things you just escaped.//

They loved each other, and they both knew it.

One was trying to escape the past he hated, even if it meant leaving behind who he loved and hurting them. He had to escape.

The other loved him and was hurt. She wanted him so much, but she hated his guts for him leaving.

//I want you so much, but I hate your guts.//

About eight years later they saw each other again. He came back. He was staying this time.

He was well off by then. He was pursuing his dreams. He was getting to know the father he thought abandoned him.

She was working a job as a performer at a local bar. It wasn't big, but it was something that helped her follow her dreams.

One day, her brother, his best friend, took him to the bar.

//Then leave me in the rain, wait until my clothes cling to my frame//

He was surprised when he saw her. She had barely changed. Just a bit older and a slightly different aura to her.

A few drinks. Nothing to make him tipsy. He was so used to alcohol and built up such a tolerance that it took a lot to get him even tipsy.

A few songs. A soft voice that sounded sweet. So familiar. So unfamiliar. Something missed.

Was she married?

Her brother said no.

Was she dating?

Another no left his lips.

Did she still love him?

Yes. That was a yes this time.

Did she hate him?

Another yes. But as her brother claimed, it wasn't him that she hated. It was the pain of never forgetting him.

Good. He'd hate it if she really did hate him.

Her brother got distracted when his girlfriend called asking to have him pick her up. He guessed the car she drove broke down.

He lit a cigarette and headed outside.

It was raining.

It felt nice against his face as he closed his eyes.

He was alone for a bit. Maybe even an hour. He didn't know exactly. He just knew his cigarette went out and the ashes fell to the ground.

When a hand gripped his wrist, he opened his eyes. Maybe her brother was back?

No. He wasn't back.

But there she was. Wet, her brown eyes peering into the now opened red eyes that had looked down.

She was there.

He was there.

And it only took moments for the rain covered girl to jump into his arms, soft, wet, pink lips pressing feverish kisses against his face and neck.

He was back. After all this time, he was back, and wasn't just leaving all over again.

She had jumped into his arms, legs around his waist, arms around his neck.

Those pink lips were his again.

His large hands were holding her again, his touch was hers again.

Soft flesh kneaded into his hands, her chest against his.

Smoke scented clothes gripped by small hands.

A bitter taste from his lips and mouth due to a cigarette.

A taste she missed, even if she was allergic to the smoke. When it was him, she couldn't care less. It was his taste.

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