its as soft as can be, feather light and cold as ice --- they're dead, and the only warmth she feels is how her stomach flutters when she does. his lips, stained red wtih her lipstick, his hand at the nape of her neck and hers cupping his cheeks --- soft.
The kiss was tender, soft in execution; yet the coldness remained, a reminder of where the two of them were. Crimson lipstick covered Merle’s lips, only noticeable upon Emily’s soft giggles. If the eldest Dixon had been alive, his face would’ve been just as red as the lipstick.
❛S-Shut up.. It ain’t even tha’ funny...❜






