"Who doesn't care?" He simply replied, "The Moon"

I re-awoke early in the morning. I heard the coffee grinder going. I felt lightheaded as I pulled myself up (using Josh's bed post). I moved tiredly to the light, sound, and smell. It was defiantly a morning atmosphere,

"You look like you crawled out of a cave." Then, a musical laugh.

"I did." I grumbled. I looked up at Ryan. Just in pajama pants. His smile was so kind..he had so much to give..

"What's wrong??" He was by my side in seconds. I tensed.

"I..." I looked up at him, which was a mistake. His face was weighed with concern. His hand reached to mine, and he rubbed the back of it soothingly with his thumb. I guess I started to cry. Otherwise, I have no idea why he did what he did.

He stared at me for a moment, then slowly moved in. Closer and closer his face became. Then, skin touched skin. Soft, beautiful lips sparked against mine.

And then it was done.

He looked at me. I looked at him.

He went back to the coffee.

And I went back to my boyfriend's room, where I realized I died that moment.