Last Kiss

(From Ella's Perspective)

It was harder to let go than I thought. Even though it was supposed to be temporary, I felt like I would not be able to see him ever again. I did not want to let go of the hand holding me, but I knew I should. My conscience was telling me to do so. 

Leandro rubbed his face against my stomach. It gave me sudden chills from the inside. My fingers automatically were touching his silky black hair. I was always fascinated by how black his hair was. It was darker than coal it seemed.

He suddenly got and hovered above me. His dark brown eyes were filled with something unknown. 

"Can we kiss one last time before parting?" he asked.