[coldest with the kiss]

ANGELIC  FEATURES SCAN  THE  SURROUDNING WATERS,  RIPPLES FROM THE  FISH  CASCADING THE  BLUE  LAKE;       the  boat  rocked gently  against  the   sisters’  weight  and amy  readjusted  her legs  so  that    her  knees  were    up,  supporting   her   rod.  a  smile   graced   her  features,    but  it   was  more  bittersweet   than   joyful.  nodding  in   agreement,  amy  looked   at  her  sister and  really  took  her  in,  something  she  hadn’t   done  in  a while.  (  THE TRUTH?   SHE   LOOKED   TOO   MUCH   LIKE   DAD   )        ❛   yeah,      even  down   to   the   music.   you   always   enjoyed   dad’s   records   more.   they   just   bored   me.    ❜   thumbs   fiddle   with   the   reel,   almost   begging   for   a  bite.

PARTED    LIPS    FUMBLE    FOR    THE    RIGHT    WORDS,  THE    RIGHT    THING    TO    SAY;    fingers   meddle   with   each   other   as   the   cogs   in   her   brain   work.   despite   not   knowing   each   other   very   well,   they   still   worked   together,   shared   the   same   secrets,    gifts.   a   shy   hand   plants   itself   on   jess’   shoulder   blade    (   THIS   IS   WHAT   PEOPLE   DO   TO   COMFORT   OTHERS,   RIGHT?   )   cassia   didn’t   know,   but   her    hand   remained   there   anyway.   she’d   seen   it   in   films.      ❛   fuck   alex,    we   can   do   something   else,  just   us.   ❜       petals   pull   into   a   soft    smile,   although   it’s    still   stiff   around   the   edges   and    although    the   emotion   doesn’t   quite   reach   her   eyes,   she’s   trying.    

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SMOKE      DANCES    THROUGH   THE   AIR   IN   SWIRLS   AND   DISAPPEARS     INTO     NOTHING;         it     is    free,    uncaring,     untethered.     how   relatable,   she   thought.   how   easy   to    vanish   so   easily,     only     ash    remaining   in   your    wake.     almond   —   shaped   eyes   watch   the   display.   it   takes   a   moment   to   realise   someone   is   talking,   (   ANOTHER   HEARTBEAT   TO   DETERMINE   WHETHER   SHE   WANTS   TO   ANSWER    )    cigarette   is   abandoned,   tossed   to    the   side,    it   rolls   into   a   gutter   and   fizzles   out,    the   spark   dies.     her   head    canters   upwards   slightly   to   allow   effy   to   take   in   the   face   that   accompanies   the  voice   that   is  speaking   to   her,    brunette    locks   waterfalling   over   an   exposed   shoulder.

A    CHUCKLE;        AS   MUCH   OF   ONE   AS   HE   COULD   MUSTER    forces   it’s   way   betwixt   parted    lips.   it   was    obvious,   he   knew.    just    how   tired    he   was,       is.     and   as   much   as   he   tried   to   hide   it,    as   hard   as   he   tried   to   conjure   up   the   strength   that    is   required   to   uphold   such   a   facade,   it   still   managed   to   slip   through   these   old   bones.   the    ache    and   pull   of   muscles   that   had    carried    him    this   far   also   carried    with    them     the    weight    of    an     entire    community;   a   family.    they   screamed   for   rest,   begged   for   it,   even.    but   there   was   too  much   to    do,    too   much   to   be   done.