The anticipation made clear in her trembling lips, the strength of his hands on each side of her face conflicting the fragility of their situation. They shouldn't do this, they are parallels, they are toxic when combined. But in this state of euphoria, their adrenaline rushing and rising along with their nerves as well as excitement, they are in love.
They had never been more concious of eachother, she had never appreciated the passionate glow of his glazed green eyes, just as he had not sympathized with the depth of her doe-eyed hazels. They simply stared, as if they were exploring eachother's souls to discover any last hope or reason to hold onto the relationship they once had cherished. The longing, the need, the disappointment.
His hands travelled from her face, down her neck, across her shoulders and fell to her hands. Their fingers instinctively fitted into eachother. To him, her hands felt more fragile, her grip was tighter than ever, but she felt weak, all he could feel were the bones, as if she had been drained. Drained of strength, drained of life and drained of hope. And yet to her, he still felt powerful, strong and she knew she needed him.
It was him who was in control, she was lost in her constantly rearranging headspace, she could see no way out, her feelings were blocking the window that she needed to see. She needed to see the happiness that was within her reach if only she could let go, let go of the her that he had created.
He released one hand, and raised it to her hair, he brushed the stray strands behind her ear, she leaned into his hand and gently kissed his palm. It intoxicated him, he was weakened. He turned her face so that they were eye to eye, nose to nose, and their breaths were meeting between them. They kissed. They were enchanted in a moment of silence, intensity and bliss. It ended suddenly, and with a look of panic in his eyes, he left without a single word; leaving her clueless, confused and caught. Still caught in his game. She was parralysed, she knew that was his goodbye and she collapsed into herself, failing to hold in her emotion any longer, the tears that she had repeatedly cried for him began to fall again.
She didn't know that this was what he wanted her to do, he found it empowering to know that she would go back to him without a second thought. Their relationship had destroyed her, but made him. Now the end was doing the same; instead of demolishing her love for him, she pressed self destruct.