I look away, ready to pull back and— A hand finds my face, turning it back toward her to press my lips against hers. Her mouth is crushed against mine, and it’s her I’ll breathe in for the last time. My hands are cupping her face, fingers twining in her wet hair. I kiss her frantically, memorizing the feel of her lips against mine. It feels like finality, this kiss. This moment. I kiss her harder at the thought, willingly breathing her in until the very end.
