#teme-kun

                              MEME|| five times kissed. ( accepting )

i.  she can smell the morning dew ( as if that had a scent ) and the skies are mind-numbingly blue. and thus she walks on the cobble step path. her only problem? she was alone, no mum or dad. or friends. but then again she didn’t have many friends. her steps are small and short and her pink locks frame her chubby face a little too excessively. bangs draping over her forehead and wisping her lashes. and there stands a lone boy. seemingly the same age as her. suddenly her heart beats faster and her breath is caught in her throat. he looked her way. almost shakingly, she approaches him ( and at first she doubted if she COULD even walk in that direction ).                              ❛i-i’m s-sakura haruno             ! nice to meet you.❜      she gives a timid smile, one that barely reached her eyes and was overshadowed by her trembling lower lip. [ was she bothering him ? ]. he doesn’t reply. huffing, she grabs him and kisses ( well, peaked ) his cheek. he looks shocked, really, really shocked. and a pit of fear swells in her stomach. what on earth possessed her to do that?! she racks her brain, trying to find some way, any way to justify that action.                  ❛m-m-mum said that k-kisses make people feel better a-and…        ❜she stumbles on her words and tears nearly spill from glassy eyes, not so GREEN anymore. he doesn’t reply still, and she doesn’t think she’d felt this scared, ever.  [ oh, god,she was crazy. ]

ii. candle light illuminates their features, contrasting to the shadows. her heart pounds in her chest and he is the perfect picture of calm. she wonders if he’d done this before. she wonders when had he any time for romance or anything of this sort? he leans in and as he nears she feels the hairs on her neck raise. his lips brush against hers, seemingly timid. controlled. or inexperienced———-it’s like a baby crawling, trying to stand. his lips are clumsy and it’s like he’s trying to find where to place his arms without it having turned awkward. [ he definitely hadn’t done this before ]                                        she humors herself; he was a bad kisser.  

iii. she is draped in pure snow white. folds of silken fabric flowing behind her like water. a translucent veil resting lazily ontop of her crown. the sunrays ILLUMINATES her, turning snow white to warm gold. love is plainly written on her features and her lips are painted a rosy natural. she is in love. she is a vision. she always imagined her wedding be this big,fancy thing, in the end it was a private, reserved affair. he takes her hands in hers and in a whispering breath, they utter their vows. bumping noses, they kiss. sweet and chaste. almost demanding. almost. 

iv. it’s an ungodly hour when he returns, filthy and muddled. they are a few years into their marriage ( it still tasted odd on her tongue ) and at first, when he’d return she’d greet him with a gleeful kiss and embrace. just happy he was there. now it was all but silent acknowledges and hollow ‘ i missed you’s. her eyes are sunken and cheeks lost their pink over the years. her eyes never seem to quite shimmer any more. what is love if it not eternal ? this, this isn’t it. it’s not the painful yearning she wishes for, not the love she needs. even so, even so. she won’t let go. [ prove it to me ] grasping him by the neck, she kisses him, desperate and harsh. he is caught off guard by this, she can tell. her fingers curl into his hair and they merge, flesh to flesh. still, it’s not what she wants. it’s not enough. 

v. it’s a kiss of finality. lips are lightly dancing on each other’s, as if gilding on ice. it’s gentle, subtle and yet bares so much emotion. there is no force. no push. no yearning nor lust. it just is. her fingers rest on his shoulders, and never did she imagine would it come like this. end like this. no, not before. but she could see it coming a mile away now. and this is how the curtain falls. how the FINAL ACT plays out, a final bow before they separate and walk off stage. she’d like to think that they did mutually love each once, long ago. even for a brief moment. silken lips linger for a second longer ( and his gaze befalls her; once a trap, always a trap ). ashes to ashes, dust to dust, even an old love cannot triumph a great one.