#Kiss #Description #Heartbreak

Shock as she was, it was the lip that crushed her own without warning that had her mind in turmoil. Her lips that parted in surprise from the sudden action was mistook as a consent, and she felt the kiss deepened. She was torn. She wanted to shriek and hit this unpredictable guy until she was exhausted; she wanted to kiss him back with a vigour tenfold stronger than his at the same time. She was not alone. Her hesitation became one with his as their body instinctively embraced each other, both their desperations and years of yearning resurfacing. The deep feelings he had suppressed over the years surged with full force, knocking her with an intensity of the water being gushed out of a broken pipe. She gasped, like a person suddenly remembering to breath, but the depth of his emotions had choked her. She was chained and, unaware to herself, she had shackled him in return. Breathless as they were, the heat between them urged them on, despair gripping them. They knew that if they broke off the kiss, no matter how unintentional it had been, it might never happen again. He wanted to apologize, she wanted to forgive; but she couldn't, she wouldn't, not after what he had done. Not after placing her entire family in danger. Even if he had no choice, this would remain a fact. “Too late, my love,” she thought as a tear rolled down her cheek. “too late.” This was her first kiss, might as well be the last. If she must make him her enemy, she vowed to never cross path with him.


© Su Myat MS
Digital Art by Cyril Rolando