Left Her With Just A kiss (KriYansh OS)

I saw Kriya hesitate in the doorway. She was always like that around me. Hesitant. Scared. Fragile.

It didn't suit her. She wasn't supposed to be that way. She was supposed to be strong and clever. Her steely eyes had a sharp, almost threatening edge, making her seem almost wild when she was angry or excited. Her hair was the color of dust, and lit up to near gold when it was touched by the sun. She was a master of facial expression, masking her emotions when she wanted to, or displaying them perfectly at her leisure. Her lips could sneer with disapproval, or curl into an easy smile that revealed her naturally straight teeth.

Not for me, though. Never for me.

I had observed all these things from afar. Watching her interact with her friends. Her friends that I didn't understand. I couldn't. Still, she socialized with them, as if in spite of me. I knew that wasn't the case, but it seemed that way. I didn't understand why she could laugh for them, to the point that her face scrunched up and her body shook silently, but not for me. I didn't understand how she could so easily smile at them, her gray- blue eyes flashing her amusement, and not at me.

For me, she reserved her lost, forlorn gaze. Those eyes would look up into my own, as if in search of an answer that she knew she would never find. Still, she kept looking, and my heart kept clenching. She would never find an answer because I didn't have one. It was my fault she looked at me that way, but there was nothing to be done about it.

I had often tried to draw something from her to hide that uncharacteristic weakness. It was selfish, of course. I only wanted her happy to ease my guilt for putting her in such a state in the first place. I had made her smile before, but those smiles were not the same as the ones she so freely gave to her companions. No. The smiles I stole from her were reluctant, and immediately followed by a breif but deep blushing of her face. She was ashamed. In turn, I was ashamed. How dare I shame her?

I knew she loved me. She told me as much every day that I saw her. She never said it with meaningless words flowing from her mouth like water from a spring. She said it with every move she made. She said it with the two quick blinks she took before quickly averting her eyes each time she saw me, as if she was not worthy to look at me. She said it with the way she moved to be at my side, regardless of what she had been doing before, and only left after I had acknowledged her presence. She said it with the sigh of defeat each time I left her, knowing every time was one time closer to the last, when I would leave her for good.

Now, she sang her love to me as she stood silently in the doorway. Her eyes ever searching, even with the knowledge that she wouldn't find anything. She still had hope. It was the only refuge she had as her love for me kept pouring off of her in waves, leaving her drained. I wondered how she could stand there with such resolve, when I had given her nothing to hold on to. I wondered how she could stand at all, when she looked so small and weary. I wondered why she loved me, when I had done nothing to deserve it.

She took my breath away. Not in a pleasant sense. She was overwhelming. She was intense. Knowing that I was the one to break her didn't please me. It felt wrong. A violation of the highest degree. I had done it without intention. I didn't know if that made it more excusable or less. Either way, it was hard to see her like this, and my chest tightened every time I had to look at her as she was looking at me. I wanted to scream at her. Take her by her shoulders and shake her. Slap her across the face. Anything, if only she would stop staring at me with those vacant, lost eyes that made me aware of the emptiness inside of myself.

I was afraid. Afraid of how she would react. I didn't know what reaction I feared more, though. I didn't want to see her body cringe, her eyes close, consumed with terror as I lashed out at her in violence. Nor did I want her to maintain her constant appearance of hopeless hopefullness as I struck her. Both reactions would destroy me. I could never hurt her. To do so would be my own demise. Again, I was being selfish.

It seemed that all I could do was look at her as she looked at me. Time passed and neither of us moved. She wouldn't make a move toward me. She seldom did. She was terrified of my rejection. I had learned as much whenever she would flinch ever so slightly if I avoided her touch. She would blink repeatedly, fighting back tears that would never be shed. No, she wouldn't approach me. It was up to me, and I didn't know what I wanted to do.

What I truly wanted was a reaction to my action. A positive reaction. I had already stolen her love, even if she had nothing to show for it. That was the way of theives. She deserved so much better. I couldn't give her what she deserved. Still, I wanted to give her something, anything.

I wasn't sure of what I was doing as I crossed the room to stand in front of her. She tilted her head upwards to hold our eye contact. For some reason, I was enraged by this simple motion. Perhaps I saw it as an act of defiance. Whatever the reason, I couldn't help but narrow my eyes and scoff at her. She promptly looked away. I was close enough to see tears start to flood her eyes just before she blinked them away. Even when she was weak she was strong. I felt like I had been stabbed through my sternum.

We were very still. I stood a few inches taller than her, my back straight and my shoulders back, looking down at her with just my eyes. On the outside, I was strong, stable and sure. Inside, I was crumbling. I saw her downcast face, her eyes locked on my shoes. She stood perfectly still, her hands lightly clasped in front of her. Waiting. Waiting for something, anything.

For a moment, I felt dizzy from the sudden power I held in my hands. She simply stood there, ready to do whatever I asked of her. She would leave if I told her to. She would never approach me again if I told her to stay away. She would sacrifice her own happiness for mine. I, however, would not be happy if I banished her from my life.

As selfish as I was, I enjoyed the thought of having someone so fully enthralled with me. So ready to please me, at any cost. She didn't have to know that I would do the same to keep her. She didn't have to know that I needed her as much as she needed me. She didn't have to know how torturous it was for me to keep her at arms length when all I wanted was to hold her close and never release her. In fact, she couldn't know.

I was leaving her life. It would do no good to bare my soul to her, then turn my back on her forever. I would simply skip the first part. She would heal eventually, never knowing how much I truly loved her and longed for her. Still, I couldn't bring myself to just leave her like this. So desolate. Waiting.

I rested my hands atop her shoulders. She blinked in response. I moved my hands down to curl gently around her upper arms. Her eyes were closed now. I stayed my course, ghosting my palms and fingers over her forearms, causing goosebumps to rise on her soft skin. I stopped as I reached her hands, pulling them away from each other so I could properly hold them in my own. My heart ached as I felt the emptiness subside. I knew it couldn't last.

I brought her hands up to my face. I held them close to my lips and breathed over them before placing soft kisses on her knuckles. She gasped and snatched her hands out of mine. I straightened immediately and looked down at her. She held her hands tightly against her stomach, her face now tilted back once more, daring to meet my eyes. They displayed her every emotion. Her shock. Her disbelief. Her hope.

It was almost too much for me. My heart was breaking, but I needed this. We needed this. I slowly lifted my hand and placed it on the side of her neck. I could feel her pulse quicken, and the muscles in her throat constrict as she swallowed. I stepped just a bit closer to her, slipping my other hand around the nape of her neck and into her soft hair. She gasped and seemed to have more difficulty getting air to her lungs. Her eyes closed once more. I leaned my head to press my forehead against hers. Her eyes snapped open. The emotion swirling in their depths reminded me of a raging sea. I struggled to stay in control as I felt her blood pound against the flesh of her neck.

Without a word, I tilted my head and pressed my lips against hers. I inhaled the unique scent of the oil on her skin mingling with the smell of floral soap. I felt the intake of air as she gasped. Her trembling hands moved to cling to my shoulders. Her breath was shaky as she tried to recover from the shock of the initial contact. She had been anticipating such contact for a long time. Her mouth slightly parted, she looked me over before I put my lips over hers again. She responded, sighing as I trailed my tongue over her bottom lip. Having gained full access to her mouth, I proceeded to kiss her passionately, and she did the same.

I pulled back when I felt wetness coating my cheek. I looked at her face. She had started to cry. Silent sobs wracked her body as tears poured down her face. I comforted her as best I could, wiping the wetness off of her face, but there was nothing I could truly do to ease her pain.

She knew.

She knew this was our last goodbye. She knew that this time, there was no tomorrow. She knew that he was leaving her, and he wasn't coming back.

I knew it was time to go. With a tender kiss on her forehead, I pulled away from her and walked out the door. I left her with just a kiss when I knew I needed her more than anything. I knew I left her because she deserved better. I knew she would always hold my heart. I knew it didn't matter anymore.

End

Sweet and Simple OS..

Loved Rey's POV..

Amazing words n feelings..

I never thot of reading thats y this late comment too..

Thank god this OS didnt dishearten me much..

Awesome writing skills and ya do inform me if it is a heartbreaking OS or a normal sad ending OS.