He kisses me with conviction and ap

He kisses me with conviction and apology and anger, and it’s somehow all wrapped up in tenderness. When our tongues meet, it’s a momentary reprieve from the reality of our good-bye. We both exhale softly, because this is exactly how a kiss should feel. My knees want to buckle from the feel of his lips against mine.
I kiss him back, even though I know this kiss won’t lead to anything. It won’t correct anything. It won’t right any of his wrongs, but I also know it could be the last time I ever feel this way, and I don’t want to deny myself that.
He wraps his arm around me, sliding one hand up my neck and into my hair. He cradles my head and it feels as if he’s attempting to memorize every aspect of the way it feels when we kiss, because he knows after we stop, that’s all he’ll have. The memory of it.
The thought of this being good-bye begins to anger me, knowing he gave me hope and then allowed Trey to strip it away with the truth.
The kiss between us quickly grows painful, and not in a physical sense. The more we kiss, the more we realize what we’re losing, and it hurts. It scares me to know that there’s a chance I’ve come across one of the few people in this world who could make me feel this way, and I already have to give it up.
I’m so tired of having to give up the only things in life I want.
He pulls back and looks me in the eyes with a pained expression. He moves his hand from the back of my head and brings it to my cheek, brushing a thumb over my bottom lip. “This already hurts.”
His mouth meets mine again, and he lands a kiss as soft as velvet against my lips. He slowly moves his head until his mouth is directly over my ear. “Is this it? Is this how it ends?”
I nod, even though it’s the last thing I want to do. But this is the end. Even if he were to change his life completely, his past choices still affect my own life.
“Sometimes we don’t get second chances, Owen. Sometimes things just end.”
He winces. “We didn’t even get a first chance.”
I want to tell him it’s not my fault; it’s his fault. But I know he knows that. He’s not asking me to give him another chance. He’s just upset that it’s already over.
He presses his palms against the glass door behind me, caging me in with his arms. “I’m sorry, Auburn,” he says. “You have a lot to deal with in your life, and I absolutely didn’t mean to make things more difficult for you.” He presses his lips against my forehead and then pushes off the door. He backs up two steps and nods softly. “I understand. And I’m sorry.”
I can’t take the pained look in his eyes or the acceptance in his words. I reach behind me and unlock the door, and then I turn and leave.
I hear the door close behind me, and it becomes my least favorite sound in the whole world. I bring a fist up to my heart, because I feel exactly what he explained he feels when he misses someone. And I don’t understand it, because I just met him a few weeks ago.
“There are people you meet that you get to know, and then there are people you meet that you already know.”
I don’t care how long I’ve known him. I don’t care if he lied to me. I’m going to allow myself to be sad and feel sorry for myself, because despite whatever he’s done in the past, no one has made me feel like he made me feel today. He made me feel proud of myself as a mother. Because of that, the fact that I have to say good-bye to him is worth a few tears, and I won’t allow myself to feel guilty crying about it.
I make it halfway home, and just as I’m drying the last of the tears I’ve allowed myself to shed over this good-bye, a car pulls up beside me and comes to a slow crawl. I glance at it out of the corner of my eye and immediately see that it’s a police car. I stop walking when Trey rolls the window down and leans across the seat. “Get in, Auburn.”
I don’t argue. I open the door and climb inside, and he begins to drive in the direction of my apartment. I don’t like the vibe I’m getting from him right now. I can’t tell if he’s acting like a jealous boyfriend or an overprotective brother. Technically, he’s neither of those things.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Ia ciuman saya dengan keyakinan dan permintaan maaf dan kemarahan, dan itu adalah entah bagaimana semua terbungkus dalam kelembutan. Ketika bertemu lidah kita, itu adalah penangguhan sesaat dari realitas kami selamat tinggal. Kami berdua napas lembut, karena ini adalah persis bagaimana ciuman harus merasa. Lutut saya ingin gesper dari nuansa bibirnya terhadap saya.Aku mencium dia kembali, meskipun aku tahu ciuman ini tidak mengarah pada sesuatu. Itu tidak akan memperbaiki apa pun. Tidak benar salah satu kesalahan nya, tapi aku juga tahu itu bisa menjadi yang terakhir kalinya saya pernah merasakan hal ini, dan saya tidak ingin menyangkal diri.Dia membungkus lengannya di sekitar saya, geser satu sisi leher saya dan ke rambut saya. Ia buaian kepalaku dan rasanya seolah-olah ia berusaha untuk setiap aspek cara rasanya ketika kami kiss, karena ia tahu setelah kita berhenti, itu semua ia harus menghafal. Memori itu.Pemikiran ini yang selamat tinggal mulai kemarahan saya, karena tahu dia memberiku harapan dan kemudian membiarkan Trey strip itu pergi dengan kebenaran.Ciuman antara kita dengan cepat tumbuh menyakitkan, dan bukan dalam arti fisik. Semakin kita ciuman, semakin kita menyadari apa yang kita kalah, dan itu menyakitkan. Aku tahu bahwa ada kesempatan aku datang di salah satu dari sedikit orang di dunia ini yang bisa membuat saya merasa seperti ini, dan saya sudah harus menyerah takut.Saya begitu lelah harus menyerahkan satu-satunya hal dalam kehidupan yang saya inginkan.Dia menarik kembali dan tampak saya di mata dengan ekspresi sedih. Ia menggerakkan tangannya dari bagian belakang kepala saya dan membawa kepada pipiku, menyikat jempol atas bibir bawah saya. "Ini sudah sakit."His mouth meets mine again, and he lands a kiss as soft as velvet against my lips. He slowly moves his head until his mouth is directly over my ear. “Is this it? Is this how it ends?”I nod, even though it’s the last thing I want to do. But this is the end. Even if he were to change his life completely, his past choices still affect my own life.“Sometimes we don’t get second chances, Owen. Sometimes things just end.”He winces. “We didn’t even get a first chance.”I want to tell him it’s not my fault; it’s his fault. But I know he knows that. He’s not asking me to give him another chance. He’s just upset that it’s already over.He presses his palms against the glass door behind me, caging me in with his arms. “I’m sorry, Auburn,” he says. “You have a lot to deal with in your life, and I absolutely didn’t mean to make things more difficult for you.” He presses his lips against my forehead and then pushes off the door. He backs up two steps and nods softly. “I understand. And I’m sorry.”I can’t take the pained look in his eyes or the acceptance in his words. I reach behind me and unlock the door, and then I turn and leave.I hear the door close behind me, and it becomes my least favorite sound in the whole world. I bring a fist up to my heart, because I feel exactly what he explained he feels when he misses someone. And I don’t understand it, because I just met him a few weeks ago.“There are people you meet that you get to know, and then there are people you meet that you already know.”I don’t care how long I’ve known him. I don’t care if he lied to me. I’m going to allow myself to be sad and feel sorry for myself, because despite whatever he’s done in the past, no one has made me feel like he made me feel today. He made me feel proud of myself as a mother. Because of that, the fact that I have to say good-bye to him is worth a few tears, and I won’t allow myself to feel guilty crying about it.I make it halfway home, and just as I’m drying the last of the tears I’ve allowed myself to shed over this good-bye, a car pulls up beside me and comes to a slow crawl. I glance at it out of the corner of my eye and immediately see that it’s a police car. I stop walking when Trey rolls the window down and leans across the seat. “Get in, Auburn.”I don’t argue. I open the door and climb inside, and he begins to drive in the direction of my apartment. I don’t like the vibe I’m getting from him right now. I can’t tell if he’s acting like a jealous boyfriend or an overprotective brother. Technically, he’s neither of those things.