Short little angsty Janto drabble. X
Whenever I kiss you I can feel the ghosts of a thousand other kisses on your lips and you are kissing them too.
I sometimes wonder how many names you've called out loud in that begging, breathless way.
I wonder how many names you'll call like that after me.
Whenever we're together…you're thinking of them too.
I don't want to become one of the ghosts, but sometimes I wonder if you're just waiting for the next person.
And when you leave me alone at night, I wonder how many people you would have stayed for. You'll never stay with me.