Your best friend sneaks into the guest room – your room – that night, holds you close and kisses you like you’re air and she’s dying.   

She smiled, eyes stinging and for a second, she contemplated kissing the person beside her, contemplated pouring out every single emotion into with her own, pinning her wrists to the walls and tearing her soul apart with her bare hands and making sure that her favourite colour was splashed against the walls in passion.      Instead, she stands up, her dry lips and turns towards the girl next to her.      She’s still kneeling, and she had to turn away again be