One Last KissA Story by ShnortyMortyIt wasn’t the kiss itself that undid him. But beneath the surface, he knew. He held onto it anyway. Every fiber of his being begged for it to mean more, to be the bridge back to what they had. Yet in the depths of his soul, he recognized the truth: some kisses don’t open doors. They close them. When she pulled away, the silence was unbearable. He didn’t linger. The kiss had already told him everything, soft, familiar, but hollowed out by the quiet truth that it was the last. He stepped away, keys trembling in his hand, and slid into the driver’s seat. The engine turned over, a low growl that felt too alive for the silence inside him. He pulled onto the road, headlights carving tunnels through the dark. The moon followed, pale and watchful, a companion he hadn’t asked for. Tears blurred the windshield, streaking the glass until the world ahead was nothing but fractured light. He blinked hard, but the ache didn’t clear. Every mile carried him further from her, yet closer to the certainty that he would never see her again. The road stretched endlessly, a ribbon of asphalt unraveling beneath the weight of memory. He gripped the wheel tighter, as if holding on could change the truth. But the kiss lingered, not as promise, but as echo. A touch that had closed the chapter, leaving him haunted by what would never return. Behind him, the road that used to lead home shrank into shadows. Ahead, only the moon kept pace, silent and merciless, reminding him with every mile that some endings don’t come with words. They come with a kiss, a tearstained windshield, and the hollow certainty of a never-ending goodbye. © 2025 ShnortyMortyReviews
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