Amnesia [l.r.h]

two

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, the way you tasted

Luke
I lean against my car with the bottle of soda I just got. I look at the dirty old window, and I smile a little. How many times we have kissed in front of that window, is not usual. I think about that last kiss, a few weeks ago. I close my eyes and I try to picture that exact moment.

You leaned against the wall, and you texted one of your friends. I told you to put your phone away for once, to be with me again. You giggled and looked at me. "What would you like to do, Hemmings?" you asked. I remember that I smirked and I pressed my lips to yours. Damn, your lips were so soft and sweet. That dark pink color fucked me up every time. You drove me crazy. You still do.

My hands were pressed on the wall, above your shoulders as I leaned in closer. You pulled back and you blushed. I remember telling you that you're cute and I remember lifting you up with both of my hands, causing you to wrap your legs around my torso and to press your hands to my cheeks, deepening that kiss.

I woke up from my thoughts to see the old window. That window that used to be 'ours'. But now it's just empty. Because there is no 'us'.