A/N: 100 words exactly, per MS Word.

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.

Still…

I wish I could remember.

fin


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