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Her kiss doesn’t taste like lemon.
Their kiss is soft, his eyes imploring before she allowed their lips to touch. He doesn’t know how he does taste like, but probably the same as her, like tears and regrets.
Tears like the one falling on her cheeks, and regrets like the ones he have.
He doesn’t regret causing the death of Aoi-chan, if it means that Yashiro can keep going, but the fact he won’t be able to see her ever again still leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
He hopes that she can’t feel it.
He has to make her leave him behind, trick her back on the near shore where she will be as safe as she can for the rest of her life. Not with him, where he can only make her suffer when his pasts mistakes will catch with him.
He has to stop.
But before, maybe he can explore a little more of her, see if every bits of her taste like strawberries, if she will squeal with delight and embarrassment alike when he licks her lovely lips… If he puts his arm behind her back, will she cling to him? What does her face looks, kissed til breathless?
An eternity to remember those small details, and so little time to memorize everything he needs to.