(There was a time when it wasn't such a lie. When he was the only person capable of surprising her and, for the longest time, she had utterly loathed him for it. Or at least, that was what she'd always told herself. Yet another lie to distract from the messy truth.
And wasn't love the messiest truth of all?
It comes so quickly that she can't even prepare for it. Feather light, a gentle heat against her lips. Then it's gone, and yet she can't bring herself to move. Not closer, not further away. Too afraid that anything she does might spoil it.
This one, perfect moment.
Her eyes drifting closed, she turns her face. Just enough so that his fingertips brush gently across her cheek)
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And wasn't love the messiest truth of all?
It comes so quickly that she can't even prepare for it. Feather light, a gentle heat against her lips. Then it's gone, and yet she can't bring herself to move. Not closer, not further away. Too afraid that anything she does might spoil it.
This one, perfect moment.
Her eyes drifting closed, she turns her face. Just enough so that his fingertips brush gently across her cheek)