Her lips are warm against your own, soft and sweet, her hands softer than you expected, cupping your face fiercely, as if she expects you to run.
To be fair, you did think about it.
Because now, things are complicated. Now you're faltering, now you can't stop your heart from racing.
She lets go, and it's the hardest thing in the world not to throw away everything you've built till now.
She's still in arm's reach, standing a foot away, but the distance between you has never been greater.
Distantly, you wonder if dying will be easier than saying goodbye.