It had been a week, but it felt like a year. A week of waking up with the knowledge that he was dead. A week of questioning everything she ever believed. A week of asking why. A week of feeling pain, or nothing. It was hard telling which was worse.
Calling it a hug was a generous term for what it actually was. Calling it a hug implied it was mutual. No, she wrapped her arms around him for entirely selfish reasons. Hugs were about mutual comfort, but when she moved against him, it was with only herself in mind. She was in pain. He pulled it away just by existing. Sucked it out by wrapping his arms around her. Replaced every inch of it with the most filling feeling, just because she could feel him breathing against her. All that emotion that had been lacking throughout the past week flooded back in, suddenly and unexpectedly, spreading through her and making her dizzy, pricking at her eyes and her heart and her everything.
And she kissed him. Oh, did she kiss him. She kissed him like her life depended on it. She kissed him like a person who loved him more than anyone else in the world, kissed him like the person who watched him die and never thought she'd see him again.
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Date: 2011-12-30 03:39 pm (UTC)Calling it a hug was a generous term for what it actually was. Calling it a hug implied it was mutual. No, she wrapped her arms around him for entirely selfish reasons. Hugs were about mutual comfort, but when she moved against him, it was with only herself in mind. She was in pain. He pulled it away just by existing. Sucked it out by wrapping his arms around her. Replaced every inch of it with the most filling feeling, just because she could feel him breathing against her. All that emotion that had been lacking throughout the past week flooded back in, suddenly and unexpectedly, spreading through her and making her dizzy, pricking at her eyes and her heart and her everything.
And she kissed him. Oh, did she kiss him. She kissed him like her life depended on it. She kissed him like a person who loved him more than anyone else in the world, kissed him like the person who watched him die and never thought she'd see him again.
She kissed him like it was a second chance.
And it was.