𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 💜
Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader (Y/N)
Summary: Beau is thinking about the last kiss he has with his ex (Reader)
Warnings: angst, alcohol use, emotional themes, break-ups.
Pre-AN: this fills the “Last Kiss by Taylor Swift” square for @jacklesversebingo purple text = song lyrics
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮’𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
The moon was heavy tonight, hanging low in the Montana sky. I was out on the porch, boots propped up on the railing, a bottle of whiskey in my hand. The air was cool, biting at the edge of my skin, but it wasn’t the cold keeping me awake—it was her. It was always her.
It had been six months since she left, six months since the last time I held her, kissed her, and watched her walk away from me. But that kiss—our last kiss—still haunted me. It wasn’t just a memory; it was a ghost that lingered in the quiet moments of the night, in the spaces between breaths.
I do remember the swing of your step, the life of the party
You’re showing off again…
I could see her in my mind so clearly, her laugh lighting up the room like a damn firework. She always had this way of making me feel like the most important man in the world, even when I wasn’t sure I deserved it. That night, she wore a sundress that flowed with the breeze, her hair spilling over her shoulders like a river of gold. I didn’t know it then, but that would be the last time I’d ever see her like that—free, full of life, and mine.
I do remember the look on your face, lit through the darkness at 1:58…
It was late, almost two in the morning, when she told me she had to go. Her eyes brimmed with something I didn’t understand then—regret, sadness, maybe even love. She said it was for the best, but how the hell could losing her be good for me? I didn’t fight her, though. I didn’t beg her to stay. Maybe I should’ve.
She leaned in, her lips soft and trembling against mine. That kiss—it wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was slow, like she was memorizing me, taking one last piece of me before she walked out of my life.
I never thought we’d have a last kiss
Never thought we’d end like this….
I swirled the whiskey in my glass, trying to drown the ache, but the memory of that kiss lingered, as sharp and vivid as it had been that night. The way she smelled like lavender and sunshine. The way her hand trembled when she pulled away. The way her voice cracked when she whispered, “Goodbye, Beau.”
So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep…
I still had her picture tucked away in my wallet. I couldn’t bring myself to throw it out, even though it felt like a damn knife in my chest every time I saw it. Sometimes I’d pull it out late at night, after a few too many drinks, and stare at her smile until my vision blurred.
She was out there somewhere, living her life without me. I hoped she was happy. Hell, I wanted her to be happy. But selfishly, I wanted to be the one making her happy.
And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe.
The worst part was knowing I was probably just a memory to her now, like she was for me. I wondered if she ever thought about that night—about me. Did she ever replay our last kiss the way I did? Did it haunt her too, or had she moved on?
I tipped the whiskey bottle back, letting the burn settle in my throat. But no amount of liquor could numb the ache. Y/N was a part of me, whether I liked it or not, and I didn’t know how to let her go.
I never thought we’d have a last kiss… never imagined we’d end like this.
The night stretched on, quiet and empty, the way my heart felt without her. I closed my eyes, and there she was again, her lips on mine, her voice breaking as she said goodbye.
It was a memory I couldn’t outrun, a ghost I couldn’t shake. And maybe that was my punishment—to live with the ache of her, the memory of our last kiss, and the knowing that I’d never feel her lips on mine again.
I stayed out on the porch until the first rays of dawn broke over the horizon, chasing away the darkness. But even as the light returned, she didn’t fade. She never did.
She was my last kiss, and damn it, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to kiss anyone else without tasting the ghost of her on my lips.
Your name, forever the name on my lips…
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞💜
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