She wonders what it would be like to have her lips on hers, to taste the sweetness of the lip balm she sees her apply, to have her teeth rake across that plump bottom lip as her hands dive into her hair; wonders what it would be like to have her up against a wall, legs wrapped around her so tightly that they could feel their shared pulses between them, feet locked together just to make sure their still intertwined.

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