I… think I like this. I like my concept and the title but I am not certain about the execution. I think it’s okay. Probably. Maybe.
We never existed in a proper state of existence. We were the moment before a kiss, the smoke before a fire, the calm before the storm. We kissed like our worlds weren’t collapsing around us, breathed as though we weren’t filling our lungs with smoke. Things were always so, so close, on their way to being okay. Always two steps behind where we wanted to be. We were the metal before the explosion, the beauty before the beast. We existed as a transition, as a before, an almost but not quite. It was pretty amazing though, wasn’t it? On the brink of demolition, the taste of fire on our lips? What a feeling. I thought we were infinite.