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Remember Part 23 - conclusion Get out the tissues for this one... "If I ever meet Don Henley, remind me to kick his ass for recording that song." I broke the tension, making David laugh. "You know, though, old ‘velvet cuffs’ might like that." It was my turn to laugh. There must not be a singer alive who isn't a deviant of some sort. David leaned toward me, serious again, and gathered up my hands in his. I knew he wanted to tell me something, yet he was silent. I looked at him, hopeful, as my mind begged for his words. All you have to do is ask me, I thought, just ask me to stay and I will. He still said nothing, just planting kisses across the back of my hands. I tried not to let my disappointment show. "My flight is going to board soon, I have to go." I was more than certain those were not the words he seemed to be searching so hard for. He released my hands and I finished my coffee. He pulled me to him when we stood up, kissing me roughly, passionately. I sighed as I allowed his tongue to slide past my lips, tasting me, taking from me what he could. I wrapped my arms around his waist, molding to him, feeling the love in his embrace. He buried his hands in my hair, pressing me closer to him, crushing his lips against mine. We lost ourselves in the kiss, oblivious to our surroundings. I'll take my chances just for one more taste. We were both breathless by the time we parted. He pulled one hand from my hair, tracing my jaw, my cheekbone. My eyes fluttered shut when he touched his fingers to my lips. "I have to go." He repeated softly. I nodded and pulled away from him reluctantly. Shouldering our carry-ons, I followed him to his departure terminal. His plane was almost fully boarded when he handed in his pass. I held his hand as we watched and waited for the last few stragglers to board. Too soon, the attendant signaled it was time to go. David turned to me, kissing me softly before leaning his forehead against mine. I placed my hands on either side of his neck, stroking my thumbs over his jaw. I felt the tears welling up inside again and choked them back. He spoke quietly, placing his hand over my heart. "Still mine." Those simple words conjured up a thousand memories. He lifted his eyes to meet mine for one last time. "Always yours." I whispered. His smile was faint, sad. I kissed him once more before he turned and walked away. It took every ounce of strength I had to stand there holding back my words and my tears. I hugged myself, biting my lip as I watched him. He looked over his shoulder and I closed my eyes. I could not watch him walk away. Now I know how he felt when I left, seeing me walk out of his life. When I opened my eyes, he was gone. The attendant closed the door to the platform as I moved to stand near the window, staring at the plane, fruitlessly searching the windows for his face. They began to taxi to the runway, the finality of it all sinking in. I pressed my palm against the cool glass; my voice seeming to echo as I stood alone in the now darkened terminal. "Always yours." THE END ? Copyright TMS2004-6 Disturbed Fanfic Page   page created with Webpage Designer (NS)