J9

I wrapped my hand around the side of her neck. My icy fingers were comforted by the heat she emitted. That would be the last form of comfort I’d ever receive from her. My lips brushed against the edges of her ear the exact manner she had taught me months earlier. “I love you and if you want me to stop, then I will.” Not that she was going to, but she had no time to respond. The orchestra violently started to play. She bought me dinner and brought me home. It was the cleanest break that could possibly come from a situation so messy. She wanted me to stop- so I did. I believe it to be the best thing I’ve ever done for either of us.

The (simple and incredibly satisfying) End.