Just get it over with and do it.
His eyes closed, his lips pure and pink. Closer and closer as she reached her head forward and went up on her toes. Then black as lips touched. Turn around. Don't look at him. Blink back the tears. Run away. Run forever. Leave behind the tender memories.
No, the memories would never leave. They were stuck there, always taunting her.
And that image was imprinted. Imprinted as to never leave her in peace.
Thanks for reading.
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