One Last Kiss.

A tear trickled down her pink cheeks. She closed her eyes tightly as she dug her head deeper into his chest. Her smooth hands gripped tighter and tighter around his waist and the yellow rose in full bloom. The uncut thorns from the rose bit into her fingers. It didn't matter. Words filled her mouth, yet all that came out were mere murmurs to the ear. His hands were loose around her waist. The distance evident, they were so near, yet so far. Her teeth gritted, gnashing. Tears strolled down her beautiful face.

His eyes looked forward, standing tall, hiding the pain, fear and heartache he felt. "Its okay," he uttered. "Its going to be alright." Tears never did stop flowing down from the corners of her red eyes. As his hands caressed her soft hair, he lifted up her head slowly, till their eyes met. In a quick motion, their lips made contact. To her, it was bittersweet, like a piece of dark chocolate. An unprecedented jolt went through their bodies, as their lips broke their connection.

Trembling, she let go of his waist. He turned to leave. She raised her hand to stop him, but he was already too far away. She opened her mouth to call out to him, but no words came out of her mouth. She tried to run after him, but her legs stood rooted to the ground. she dropped to her knees, and burst out to tears again, as the one deemed heartless walked into the shadows. She was left to fend for herself, against the world, alone.

A teardrop fell from the his eye, whilst his back was turned to her, so she would not see him cry.

"To love is to feel the sun from both sides." - David Viscott