Old Regrets

Another old one

They looked into each other's eyes, as if it was the first time they really saw each other.

He reached his hand, slowly caressing her chick with the back of his palm.

As his palm neared her lips, she felt the tingling feeling of its hairs against her lips.

She gently kissed his fingers, while her hand slowly moved up and down his neck.

Their faces drew closer in unstoppable attraction, stronger than any magnet, yet slow enough for the moment to lest forever in their minds.

Ones eyes never left the others, until the very moment they reached the verge of their seeing limit, when they could only see a blur coming closer and closer.

Then, their eyes shut.

Their lips touched, her upper lip slightly above his.

Slowly, they pursed their lips, then they opened their mouths with exact sync and detached, just to reattach them a split second later.

They repeated that action several times, decreasing the time their lips were detached, until their lips hadn't detached at all.

Then, they opened their eyes again, looking at each other with the same look they did before.

They both smiled.

A smile of pure, momentary, unlimited happiness.

They felt each other's lips stretch, which just made them keep smiling, knowing the other is as happy as they are at the moment.

At that moment, nothing else mattered.

 

They lay on the bed in spooning position.

She fell asleep, while he wondered on in his thoughts, thinking how happy he is and how perfect is this moment.

Suddenly, the truth hit him – she doesn't know.

She can't know.

He can't allow her to know, not at this time.

He never lied, his words never contradicted the truth, but not telling is equivalent to lying in this case.

 

What could he do?

Should he stay and face her?

Carry on with the show?

Could he?

 

The following morning she woke up alone, never knowing why he left, where he was heading and when, or if, he'll ever come back.

 

The 'why' stayed on her mind until her last breath.

 

They both died alone, at least mentally.

Her – of loneliness, and him – of regret.

Author's Note

It's a complex issue.
Probably not what you're thinking, but I'd like to hear your thoughts.

Reviews

[Beautifully Tragic xPoe..]

Reminds me of Romeo and Juliet in some way. Good piece. Enjoyed the read.


Great Write
Rayne