He, She

Their eyes met and he swears she was the most beautiful shade of red he has ever seen. She thought his eyes were the warmest thing closest to what you call a home. "If only you knew.." they both whispered as they passed each other, the same time and way as it has been for years. No words exchanged, just two souls trying their best to convince themselves that this is not what they wanted.

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He was positive she is going to be the death of him when she decided to finally lie down. Careful not to wake everyone up, she lay down and fixed her eyes on the ceiling. He was just inches away from her and she's fully aware of the heavy breaths and heartbeats beside her.

He never thought that he'd be the first to break the rules, but when he reached for her hand and looked at the sight beside him - so sinful and lovely - that his mind went completely blank and white. She was 100% that it was the liquor that tricked him to be someone who could spin her head so deliriously.

When they faced each other, they both knew they were crossing into uncharted territories but the night (and probably the liquor) made everything feel so surreal that they allowed themselves one night of risk.

One night of doing something that they normally wouldn't indulge themselves in.

In the end, they both found themselves chanting the same words in their head - where it has been and forever will be.

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What lesson did they learn? It was the dangers of being awake past midnight.

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It was just a kiss - he repeatedly whispered to himself for the nth time tonight. Just a stupid kiss brought by the stupid amount of liquor he consumed that night. Just a kiss and yet here he is, trying to convince himself that he was just not himself when he did that. But no matter how hard he tries, his mind would eventually drift to the memory of her lips - of how she slowed his kisses down and how surreal it felt. He bit his lower lip - a habit he finds himself every time he sees her - and was positive that he could still taste her in his mouth. He grunted and rubbed his face in frustration. This should not be happening if he just told her to go back to her room that night. It just didn't make sense why instead of doing that, he positioned himself so he could lie next to her. Why? Because you wanted her to be there - mocked his other self. He wanted to rip his hair out and punch his other self in the face right now. How could he let that thing happened? He was so damn careful in dealing with the opposite sex. After all, he doesn't have the same freedom he had years ago. He had mastered to focus himself on the negative traits of every woman he finds attractive to avoid unnecessary feelings like this. Then what happened? She happened - teased his other self - and you let it because you wanted it to happen. He sighed and just turned his music in full blast. He needs to get his head together if he wants to remain sane.

But instead of focusing himself on the more important things, he found himself associating her on every damn song that plays in the background. Un-fucking-believable, he muttered. He couldn't understand how it was only one night and yet he is going through some kind of withdrawal. Knowing that he won't be able to focus now, he instead saved each song to a playlist and found himself enjoying it. Will she hear this? Will she like it if she did? Of course she will - answered his other self - she likes your songs remember? He smiled at the memory of her sending requests through chat, asking him to turn his volume up so she can hear his music from his study. Or how he would ask her to stay in his study to listen to his music together while he works. Memories. He felt some strange twist in his heart knowing that they won't be able to do it again because of that stupid kiss. He looked at his image in the mirror and thought he looked fucked up, but then her face flashed through his mind and he knows that she's in no better shape. In fact, she looks more fucked up than he is. He sighed and hoped that somehow she'd feel better when she hear the songs he saved just now. He has a lot of things he wanted to tell her, but knows that this isn't the right time and place for that. The music will do - the songs will speak the words he could not say for now.

Meanwhile, in another study, she had her headphones on and music in full blast while trying to keep her sanity. She needs to shut her thoughts of that night off in order for her to function well. She doesn't need to make it a big deal. It was just a kiss - a stupid kiss she happened to share with the person she's been dreaming of for years. It shouldn't happen in the first place. It was just a mistake - a beautiful mistake she knows she'd be willing to do again. She shakes her thoughts off and mindlessly scrolled through the playlists of her friends online until one catch her attention. This is new - she thought. She pressed play and wondered what could've happened if she never.