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I laid beside him silently. Both of us knowing what midnight would bring. We did the drugs, we drank the vodka and now it was time to say goodbye. But this goodbye was different. This wasn't a "goodbye, see ya later" type of thing. This was permanent. They were catching up with us and our game was coming to an end. The years of drugs and money. Sex and violence. Lies and hiding from our loved ones. It was ending tonight. We wrote our letters they were ready to be mailed. The room was cleaned, the candles were lit and it was time to let go. He turned toward me and sat up on his elbows.
"Wendy it's twenty-minutes till midnight." he whispered
my lips began to tremble as I thought of all that we would miss. Our wedding, our children, grandchildren. All the holidays we would never celebrate, the kisses we would never again share. Tears ran slowly down my face as I looked back up at him. He smiled that big grin of his and my heart dropped. I couldn't do this, I just couldn't. I sat up and put my head in my hands and cried. It seemed like it took forever for him to wrap his arms around me, but when he finally did. I could tell that he was crying too. The next few moments were a blur but the next thing I felt were his lips on my neck and his hands were traveling my body. He laid me back onto the bed and laid on top of me. His hot wet kisses flowing slowly down my neck. His warm calloused hands rubbing me through the smooth silky fabric of my underwear. He pulled his shirt off and then ripped mine off. As the buttons of my shirt scattered across the hardwood floor he pushed my skirt up and tore my panties with a loud ripping noise. I heard the clanking sound of him unbuckling his belt and then I felt the bed shift as he pulled them off. His lips crashed onto mine and he gently sucked on my lip ring. My head was spinning with thoughts of love, lust and fear. My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of him kissing his way down my body. He stopped In between my legs and kissed me softly. His warm breath on my clit was sending chills up and down my spine. He teased me for a bit longer before he brought his warm mouth to my skin and worked his tongue in and out of me and then let his tongue circle my most sensitive spot over and over again. Slowly then faster. his hands gripped my hips and he pressed his tongue into me deeper. My breathing got heavier and I moaned his name loudly. I felt his lips curl into a smile. He always loved the way I said his name in bed. My legs were trembling and I couldn't catch my breath. I knew I was close to my orgasm and he knew it too. He always knew when I was close. Just like I always knew when he was. It was just another thing to show how close we were. We knew every detail of each other. I knew everything about him. From his peter pan complex to the way he prays while he fires a gun, and he knew all the details of me as well, from the five different smiles he swears I have, to the way I like to be alone after I've fired a fatal bullet. While I continued to think about the details that make of every part of him he continued flicking his tongue against my clit and then brought his hand down to aid in pleasuring me. He worked his fingers in and out of me and each time he added another finger. I was beginning to feel the waves of my orgasm approaching fast when all of a sudden he stopped. My eyes opened and by the time I looked down at him his eyes were level with mine and he was slipping inside me slowly. He whispered something about loving the feeling of being inside me and his fingers gripped the sheets tightly. I could feel him throbbing inside me as he slowly moved in and out of me. I looked at him and I took in his every detail and engraved it into my head in hopes that I would remember this moment in the afterlife. I made a memory of His hot breath on my neck and the sweat dripping from his hair making the pillows stain red from the hair dye that bled off of his newly dyed hair and the way His mouth opened slightly and his tongue moistened his lips slowly when he closed his eyes in pleasure. He began to push into me harder and faster getting a rhythm going. He picked up my hips and brought them to him with every thrust he made. The friction of his rhythm was making me hot. My heart was beating faster and I could feel his heart beating against mine through his chest. He put his arms under my back and pulled me up and on top of him. he caressed my breasts as I moved my hips against his. I placed my hands on the headboard to steady myself and I began to ride him harder. He gripped my hips and moved me the way he liked me to move. He bit his lip and I knew he was gonna come. I moved faster and harder causing my eyes to fall shut and his name slip out of my lips once more. He pushed up into me and moaned my name loudly as he came hard inside me. My orgasm rolled through me and I came at the same time. I collapsed onto his chest and laid there panting and trying to catch my breath. "I love you Wendy" he whispered. I closed my eyes and breathed him in. And for a moment I forget about what we were supposed to do that night.
"I love you too Peter"
I felt him kiss the top of my head and I kissed his chest softly. My entire body was relaxed and I was nearly asleep. I could hear his breathing slow and I knew he was already asleep. I began to think that we weren't gonna go through with this and we were just gonna fall asleep and think of a better way out in the morning, but I was proven wrong when the clock struck twelve and the chimes began ringing. I swallowed hard and he moved a little beneath me. I prayed that he would sleep through the alarm telling us it was time to go. But no, he nudged me and sat up. I shakily sat up after and looked into his eyes, silently pleading with him to find a better way out. He stood up and began to get dressed. I followed his actions and slipped into a vintage black dress he smiled and whispered something about how beautiful I looked. I smiled weakly and went over to the night stand and pulled out a silver handgun. He walked over to the dresser and picked up his gun as well. We met in the center of the room and looked at each other.
"This is it Wendy. We don't have to run anymore"
I nodded "I wish it didn't have to be this way"
"I know, but we've done too much to go back to a normal life. Our names are tainted, they'll find us" his eyes began to water
I didn't want him to cry. So I didn't argue anymore. Instead I cocked the gun and looked down at it sadly.
"Ready peter?" I bravely asked
he nodded and lifted his gun to my head. I sniffled and lifted mine to his. It's a weird thing having a gun pointed about ten inches from your head by the one person you love the most. It's even weirder to be pointing one at back at them. I choked back tears and stammered out "I love you" he whispered it back to me and let a few tears fall down his cheek
"Well meet again Wendy, I promise" he said as his hand shook and I heard him cock his gun "all we have to do is go to that second star on the right..."
I cut him off and finished his favorite peter pan quote
"...and straight on 'till morning." I whispered before I head two gunshots and everything went black. I was still and thought I was dead until I managed to open my eyes. When I did I saw peter there looking at me with a confused expression
"You didn't shoot me" he whispered
"you didn't shoot me either" I replied
he dropped the gun and pulled me to him
"I just couldn't do it." he sobbed as he held me tighter
I held onto him and cried as well thinking about how I just couldn't do it either. We sat in silence for what seemed like hours. But was really only about forty five minutes. We were disturbed by a knock on the door. We stayed quiet and my heart dropped. He got up silently and headed for the door. He looked out the tiny hole in the door and then turned to tell me to go out the window. Their was another knock and he began shoving things into a bag for me as quickly as he could "Wendy, you need to leave, if they get one of us at least they won't get both" he whispered.
I began to shake my head in protest but he grabbed the sides of my head and overtook my mouth with a warm passionate kiss.
"I love you, I'll find you again. I promise, just please go. I love you Wendy" he pushed me toward the window and I grabbed the bag and slipped on some shoes.
"I love you peter" I forced a smile and climbed out the window. I sat on the fire escape and took a deep breath. I heard him open the door as I began my climb down the rusted black ladder. Half way down I heard yelling. I recognized Pete's voice. He was telling them that I was gone. When my heels hit the gravel under the last step on the ladder I heard gunshots. I wanted to go back, I wanted to save him. Instead I ran. My legs were defying what my brain was yelling. I was trying to convince my body to turn back and help him. But I just kept running. I didn't stop until I got to my friend Kimmy's house. It was almost two miles from our apartment so by the time I got there my legs were sore and my chest was heaving. She took me in and I spent the rest of the night sitting in her kitchen smoking cigarette after cigarette. Begging for him to be ok. Begging for him to know where I was and come find me.

Three years later and I'm still waiting....