His heart is pounding. He’s lost in her gaze. His lips are a hair’s breadth away from hers.
And then it all disappears.
He’s wide awake, staring up at the white ceiling, cursing himself again. Why does it always have to end there, right before the kiss? Why can’t he keep himself asleep for just long enough to feel her soft, full lips against his mouth? Continue reading “It All Disappears | Short Story”