you discovered from a young age, that anything you kiss, dies. Even blowing a kiss can kill the intended person.
Before I could stop him, my date leaned in and kissed me. I gasped and pushed him away, but it was too late.
“I’m sorry, I thought we were having a good time and I thought it would be okay to just kiss you I should’ve asked first I’m so-“
“Nonono!” I cut him off, “I should’ve told you… I should’ve warned you before this happened…. I’m so sorry, but… if I kiss anything, it dies.” I looked at the ground, trying not to cry. I almost didn’t notice through the tears, but his body language took a second longer than it should’ve to seem upset by it.
“….oh.”
“It’ll…. it’ll only take a couple of minutes…. you should call people now….” I felt ashamed. I hated myself. Maybe I shouldn’t even be alive if I keep doing this. He hesitated, and pulled his phone out, looking conflicted for a second.
“A-alright, sure. Yeah,” He muttered, tapping away on his phone.
I continued to apologize tearfully as he held the phone up to his ear, but then he shook his head and stopped.
“I can’t do this- I’m sorry. I didn’t want to out myself like this, but, I mean… if your kisses kill people, then my thing can’t be that weird, right?”
I sniffled. “What?”
He sighed and put his phone away. “I…. don’t die.”
“WHAT?!”
This is ridiculously adorable. I fucking love it Darling.
