Looming Darkness

For a while, nothing was to be heard but his sharp breaths. The entire world was left behind those closed doors, and I could not bring my mind to focus on anything apart from the man that was standing in front of me, his hands around me like they were always meant to be.

"You did this that night too," he suddenly whispered, his eyes taking on a vulnerability that I have never quite seen.

"Did what?" It was soft, and I knew we were being delicate with each other.

"This. This thing you do when you make me want to see nothing else. This thing you do that makes me unable to get you the fuck out of my mind."

It was crazy, but I loved that I stayed in his mind. I loved that he could never forget me, even if I had been more or less a scar. A scalding wound, a pain he could never get rid of.

"And you still look the same, Keanne. You still look exactly the same, just a few hours before you leave."

"I..."

"Sir?"

I swallowed hard at the sudden interruption. I could see he felt the same about it