Status: reviving this!

Fingertips

three.

“Keep walking,” he whispered, his hand gripping her upper arm tightly. People stared, their curious eyes too blind to see what was going on. His lips twisted into a smile that never reached his eyes and he kissed her cheek, easing the audience that didn’t know better.

She breathed in sharply, closing her eyes for no more than a second and then letting her breath out slowly. She let herself go limp, following along behind him like a broken doll. He picked up his pace but she stayed limp, hoping that maybe he’d leave the dead weight behind.

But he never left.