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The Kiss



The sun was shining bright, as she sat watching him. Him, with his moon-gray eyes that sparkled when mirth touched them. Him, with a smile so brilliant that put the sun to shame. His honey colored hair shone as the rays fell on them, the curls burning gold. His pointy, elfish ears, held so many secrets that her lips had whispered from back during their mischievous childhood pranks.

She met him when she was five, her neighbour’s naughty son. What first blossomed was enmity, which slowly ripened into friendship. As they grew, the bond grew even stronger. Always there for each other, they were the best of friends. Inside jokes, laughter, secrets, pranks, affection and love, their relationship grew.


 
She watched him now, his long, straight nose that would crinkle when he smiles, as his cheeks sank into those beautiful black holes named dimples. His legs, that would chase her, as they raced along the roads, bickering and shouting, fighting to reach the finish line. His arms that would hold her, offering comfort and solace during her lows.

But most of all, she watched his beautiful lips, that she had longed to kiss. Alas, she was not so fortunate.

The cold, dark lips of Death had already touched them before hers could. She watched as Death turned and shot a taunting smile in her direction. She watched, as his eyes closed, savouring the moment, that exact moment when Death kissed him, his last moment on Earth. She watched as he let out a breath, which was filled with an emotion that almost tasted like relief. And all she could do was watch, as Death pulled away, and his lips stretched into a content smile, as he fell into an eternal sleep.

And she still sat there watching, as they took him away to a place which he would never return from.

The ground beneath her was wet with tears.
Pavithra Seshadri
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