she turned to walk away. again. when he reached out and pulled her to him. tilting her head up questioningly he silenced the question with his lips crushing hers and his tongue finding his way into her mouth. rendering her speechless, literally and figuratively.
the moisture on their faces only distinguishable if one were to taste the saltiness indicative of tears. hers. his. theirs. as they say goodbye. in their city. under the beautiful rainfall they’ve come to love. goodbye.