They shared a connection, lips gently brushing against each other. Touching him became her own universe, his voice calmed the windows of her soul, but his voice opened them. She held him tight because she knew too well that this night wouldn't last and that tomorrow, alcohol would stop running in their veins. It was dangerous, she knew it, but did not let her hands stop wandering and her lips stop searching. Only ignorant people walk away from greatness, but she believed he wasn't ignorant, at the same time, she thought she wasn't greatness.
A small drop in his life. She was supposed to be nothing, just a small drop that would soon dry to vanish, but that one drop turned into a river. She ran away, afraid of getting her heart crushed, while he was the one searching, not for anyone or anything, but for a someone. For her.