Twenty minutes pass.

We're still in each others arms.

My tears soaking your hoodie.

I hear you gasp for air.

I feel your tears on my skin.

This is it. Our final hug.

As soon as we let go it's over.

No turning back, to what once was..

Is that why we held on so long?

To prolong our ending?

I kissed you for the last time and let go.

For the last time I saw you leave my place.

The door closed, and our relationship with it.

Left are scattered memories and moments.

Our story's over, our time is frozen from now on.

No future, only flashbacks.