[ His gaze flicks down to her lips -- briefly, just because he notices the movement -- and his breath hitches.
Then he thinks, screw it, he's already a fucking mess as it is.
In an instant he clumsily closes the space between them, and he's not gentle, not in the slightest. The kiss isn't romantic; it screams desire and want and a kind of desperation, a need for her to help anchor him.
The weird thing is, he's never been sure of himself, and this weird crisis is just highlighting that; and he's just now realizing that Maya has been the only thing he's been sure about in his whole fucked up life, because Maya wouldn't lie to him. It's not in her nature,, and she's familiar and there and he's drowning and needs this, needs her to keep him afloat before this whole goddamn mess crashes over him and leaves him lost and alone in the black. ]
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Then he thinks, screw it, he's already a fucking mess as it is.
In an instant he clumsily closes the space between them, and he's not gentle, not in the slightest. The kiss isn't romantic; it screams desire and want and a kind of desperation, a need for her to help anchor him.
The weird thing is, he's never been sure of himself, and this weird crisis is just highlighting that; and he's just now realizing that Maya has been the only thing he's been sure about in his whole fucked up life, because Maya wouldn't lie to him. It's not in her nature,, and she's familiar and there and he's drowning and needs this, needs her to keep him afloat before this whole goddamn mess crashes over him and leaves him lost and alone in the black. ]