[ WP ] A couple share their last kiss .

I kissed him like I always did when he left. We never let anything come between our goodbyes. Even if I was mad at him, or he at me, we pursed our lips and remembered that anytime could be the last. Realists, we were. 
 
 I kissed him and he left to go to the store two blocks away. You might know by now that he never came back. He did n't feel any pain, I was told. It was a quick gunshot to the back of his head. The bastard who did it got away with 33 $ and took away my husbands life. He was caught and tried, life in prison. I was left with life without the only man who had ever understood me and forced into the prison that was the home we had built. 
 
 I'll never forget the last press of his lips against mine. The silly way he rubbed and prodded, trying for more as I playfully slapped him away. I'll always remember him jogging to the truck, saying he'd be right back. He went to get me the slurpee I craved since I was four months pregnant with our first child. My fault. It will always be my fault that my son has no father. 
 

