Page 13 of All My Broken Pieces

Fallon watches me, tears streaming down her face.

“What’s going on?” I ask, looking between her and that goddamn bag. She doesn’t respond, the only sound her broken breaths around her tears. Kneeling before her, I take her hands in mine, silently begging her that I’m misreading this. But she doesn’t deny it, she doesn’t say a word.

After several moments of agonizing silence, I finally ask, my voice cracking, “Why?”

Fallon’s eyes sadden further. “Because it’s not real.”

My heart spasms, my chest cracking open. “Not real.” I repeat, trying to understand the words.

She extracts one of her hands, running her fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry.” She whispers.

I shake my head, pushing to my feet. “No.” I mumble, pacing the space in front of her. “No.” I repeat, more forceful this time. Fallon flinches, her fingers bunching up the fabric of her sweats. “Fuck that. It’s real.” I spin toward her, taking her face between my hands as I beg. As I lie my heart wide open. “Mi vida, it’s real.We’rereal.”

Fallon’s expression pains at my words, but it’s not enough, I can see it in her eyes.

“Please,” I beg, tightening my hold. “Please don’t leave me. I-” My voice cuts off as a sob breaks from my chest. “I love you.”

A sorrowful noise to match my own comes from her, but she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t tell me the words back. Instead, she watches me with a broken look. One that conveys too much and too little all at once.

“Please don’t do this.” It’s a desperate plea. But the words aren’t enough, they’re not enough to keep her here with me.

Unsure what else to do, I slam my mouth to hers, hoping the connection with our physical bodies might be enough to tether her here.

She groans into the kiss, her hands going to my hair, clinging to me like I’m a lifeline.

If you need me so badly, why are you leaving me?

I can’t voice the question out loud, instead I put it into my actions. Pushing her back, I hover over her body, kissing down her neck. I grip the hem of her shirt, tugging it up and over her head. Her perfect tits captivate me, the thought of never seeing them again breaking me apart further.

Leaning down, I take her pebbled nipple into my mouth, licking the sensitive nub. She writhes beneath me as I reach up and pinch her other nipple between my fingers.

See, you want me.

I slide my thigh between hers to add friction as she bucks her hips. Moving my mouth to her other breast, I nip and suck until she’s a mewling mess beneath me.

Pulling back, I grip her sweats and yank them down her body, my eyes running over her bare flesh.

I need you.

I run my fingers down her chest, along her stomach, stopping just shy of her pussy. She arches into my touch, wordlessly begging me to go lower. My eyes flick up to hers, tears welling in mine as I find them streaming down her face.

Please don’t leave me.

I shift down the bed and lower myself onto her, kissing along her thighs. The need to mark her, to claim her as mine, overwhelms me. I sink my teeth into her soft flesh, the sound of her crying out echoes in the room.

“Ple-please.” She begs.

I don’t know if she’s begging me to stop, to keep going, to let her leave, or to force her to stay.

“Te amo.” I whisper against her skin, wishing the words changed anything. A quiet sob breaks from my chest again as I turn my face and spear my tongue into her pussy. The salty taste of my tears mingles with the sweet taste of her.

No peudo vivir sin ti.

Please don’t make me.

Sliding my tongue out, I push back in, fucking her with it as my soul cries out. Fallon whimpers, her body writhing under my attention. Sliding a hand up, I circle her clit with my fingers, my other hand gripping her thigh so hard I’m sure it’ll bruise. Just another hopeless attempt to mark her as mine.

Mi vida.

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