32. Kiss it away.
She doesn’t believe him. She doesn’t believe me. She’s the most hard-headed person in the world. I’ll never get her back. I can feel it again. Slowly cloaking me in darkness. Falling into a pit of despair. I’m shutting down. My heart beat is slowing. My chest is tightening. My throat is closing, sobs exploding from me. My air flow is becoming irregular. I’m gasping for breath. My desire for living is becoming lesser and lesser.
Wait. Wait I can fix this! I know exactly what to do! My heart jumped with excitement. The last time all it took was a kiss! Then she remembered. Like sleeping beauty, or snow white… something like that. I just know I’ll have my princess back. I stood up swiftly and walked over to kenz. I slid my hand over her cheek, cupping her face. I moved in slowly, waiting to see if she would stop me.
The look on her face resembled that of one from a horror movie. I moved forward anyways. I pressed my lips to hers, feeling the sparks fly, just like our first kiss. She didn’t respond. I pushed a bit harder to get her to do something. No movement. It was when I tried to part her lips with mine she recoiled and slapped me.
“Kenz?” I whispered
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU CURLY-HAIRED PSYCOPATH?!” She shrieked at me
“Harry.” I whispered, tears flowing.
“It didn’t work…” I mumbled confused.
“OH WHAT? You think forcing yourself onto me will win my affections? You’re…. you’re a creep.”
“No…” I whispered, falling to my knees, “What did I do?”
“Get out.” Kenz stated flatly.