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sterek meme: heartbreaking moments (2/6)
I think he’s dying.
I think he’s dead!
Another soldier, says he’s not afraid to die
- Leave me.
- Thank you.
I wanna thank the universe for this gifset
rescue me chin boy, and show me the stars
The first kiss is anger. Goddammit, you say, Goddammit, as your fingers leave bruises on my face that I won’t heal out of spite, so every time you see them, you remember the rough claiming of lips and the shocked silence and the way you pushed me away after all, for the first kiss is a mistake.
The second kiss is fear. Don’t leave me again, you whisper, and I promise I won’t even though we both know I won’t keep it. Your breath tastes like beer, and your hands can’t stop trembling. The second kiss is a lie.
The third kiss is confusion. We can’t do this, you say, and I agree, and you turn away as you bite your fist and nod along to something neither of us truly believe. I will not stay to see the way you cry. I am cowardly. The third kiss is bitterness.
The fourth kiss is regret. I wish, you say, but you can’t choke out the words. It’s okay. I wish too. I wish, you wish, we wish, but it all comes to nothing in the end. You have blood on your lip, tangy and warm and vibrant, and it stains my skin, your very own mark on me. The fourth kiss is goodbye.
The fifth kiss is disbelief. You came back, you say, and I smile as I kiss you, and kiss you into sixth, seventh, eighth kisses that make you laugh into my mouth and grin until your eyes crinkle and the kisses are so many there is no counting anymore. Stay with me, you say, and this time when I answer yes, it is the truth.
The fifth kiss is a beginning.
make me choose — rust cohle or dean winchester