rykesmeadow:

the saddest word in the world is almost…they almost made it. almost. but not quite.

“Did you stop to get drunk on the way here?”

He cupped her cheek with his hand. “No,” He said, and then he kissed her.

“Matthias!”

“Did I do it wrong?”

“No, you did splendedly. But I’m the one who always kisses you first.”

“We should change that,” he said, and then he slumped against her.

“Matthias?”

“It’s nothing. I needed to see you again.”