| | "Kiss the window" she mouthed through the window of the car. He had
tears in his eyes as he watched her, hand pressed against the window
gently. He did not want to do as she said.
"Why?" he whispered in return. She stared at him and answered to calm
for the sitaution, "Because we both deserve it." It was a love that
would never be awakened. Locked up in the chest in the attic since day
one. Even when they were together it was never fully unleashed. They
had unlatched one of the latches. Then turned away from the chest, and
left it in the attic to collect dust of war torn lovers. Lucky for her,
it was his latch that was opened. And he now lusted for the other latch
to be open. They owed it to them selves.
"But why? I don't think it will do us good now." He
said to her, unsure that it was the right answer. Her eyes began to go
frantic, and she whispered to him, palm pressed against the window, now
she was screaming, "You have to! I want to kiss you before it happens!"
He looked into her eyes. He looked around to see that no one else was
on the scene. He looked at her, and closed his latch, "Buckle your
seatbelt." he whispered to her, and pushed the car she was entrapped in
the last little bit it needed to fall into the ocean below from the
hanging bridge. The last thing he saw was the horrified look on her
face, then the car splashed into the ocean. He turned around and walked
away, sighing. A smirk came onto his lips as he reached the end of the
bridge, knowing that he had burned the chest, letting love scream in
tortured anguish within it.
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