"Your fingers were tracing my sides and mine were tracing your face. We've become part of a routine so quickly, but i don't find myself getting tired of it like i should. We're laying in beds and fighting to keep our eyes open. we're restless but we're weary. we're worn but we're new."

Your skin was soft and your voice was quiet. You were speaking in whispers that only I could hear. You grabbed my hand and held on tight, kissed me in the cheek, and said that we should go. We left in a hurry and never looked back. We wandered the streets in silence and watched as our breath fell in front of us from the chill of the night. I was cold, but you were warm and you never once let go of my hand. You never let go.