Caution: Grab your sick buckets,
you're gunna need 'em.
(sickly sweet, picture heavy)
"I have children to see, friends to save." She reminded herself as much as him. I said it wouldn't work. The voice at the back of her head reminded her. It was quiet, as if unsure. What if it would? Her own voice sounded.
"You're only making this harder." She breathed, wishing she had the time to give in just one last time. One last moment, just to get him out of her system.
"Hard enough to make you change your mind?" His cold breath in her ear sending sparks over her body, exploding into goosebumps as they hit the surface. She sighed. They'd had this conversation before. Twice before, actually. Three days is all it was, all it ever would be. They both had lives to get back to, they didn't have time to make it work.
"No." She replied. It was evident in her voice that she wasn't sure herself, but she stood and began to get herself ready to leave anyway.
"You don't need make-up."
"I don't want people to ask questions about my face at the airport." She replied, remembering the outward journey.
"Let them ask. Let them know how special you are."
Agreeing to forget about the make-up, but taking a mental note to apply it in the cab or departure lounge before the flight, they left the room for the last time.
Stop it, you idiot.
"Hey." Winter whispered, kissing a single tear away from her warm cheek.
"What's wrong?" She hadn't realised she was pouting, and Winter seemed concerned as he gently placed her on the tarmac.
"May I have your number?" He asked. One last try.
"I'm sorry. It's perfect now. It's perfect the way it is." Not wanting to let go, they shared a final desperate kiss. "If you're ever in Sunset Valley..." She trailed off, unable to form words as the lump in her throat took over her body, shaking her lungs until it was near impossible to breathe, ripping her heart from its mount in her chest, and throwing it to her stomach.
"If you're ever in Bridgeport."