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The End.. sort of

“Hmm?” I answered, not really thinking. Jack had just kissed me. I had his taste on the tip of my tongue and his hands in my hair.
We went against everything and cared about nothing but living and that’s why we were so perfect for each other.. because we weren’t. We could choose to leave each other at any second and go live without all this love shit. But we didn’t.
Tom was saying something. Something about closure, seeing other people. I chuckled.
“Yah. But Tom?”
“Ashley?”
“Remember to breathe, okay?” I told him, eager to get back to Jack.
“What?”
“Try your very best to be imperfect. Close your eyes instead of memorizing the scene in front of you. Hold you breathe, and then breathe deep. Tom.. I guess what I’m trying to say.. is remember to live. Okay?”
“Sure, live,” he resounded, not at all sounding sure.
I hung up and Jack started kissing my face.
“You look sleepy,” he murmured.
“Let’s take a nap.” I smiled as he wrapped me up in his thin arms to nap in the backseat of my car.
Only Jack.

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