Partings
Partings are all about endings.
There hasn't been much of that in your short life. Even in your hospital bed, after your
fall, you'd refused to think of what could be ending for you.
Now your bow is broken, and you stand on a makeshift stage, listening to words of
farewell. The fantasy fades, and your smile trembles against a surge of tears.
But he's a comforting warmth against your body, his dark head resting above your
heart, and you kiss it gently. Then he's gone, leaving behind whispered words,
vibrations in your bones.
I love you...
Your heart leaps. He’s never said those words before, not even after you’ve fucked him
into creamy lassitude. And you’re afraid to believe them, even now.
He’s a shadow in the dark, and you follow, leaving tears and laughter behind. He stops
at the edge of the wharf, and you put your arms around him and pull him close.
“At least we had the time to form friendships that will last forever,” he whispers.
“And the time... to fall in love.”
He snorts. “That didn’t take any time at all.”
He turns in your arms and kisses you.
Endings can be beginnings too.
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