Disclamers: I own nothing. Except you know, David and Chris. And I'm using the term "own" loosely.
Spoilers: None to speak of, unless you know what happens.
I can't remember our last kiss. It was small, inconsequential. A simple press of lips.
Nothing Earth-shattering or mind-bending. The kind of kiss that becomes habit. The kind you don't remember.
It's kinda pathetic and more than a little insane, but whenever I think of her crying face I want to remember when we were together and happy. The universe was ours and a little something like an alien invasion couldn't stop us.
The soft heat of her lips, the curve of her lips as she smiled under mine.
I've become an old fool.
I wish I could remember.
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