#veniialsins

nothing, she says absolutely nothing. actions go further than words anyway. needfully, she shoves the petite girl against the nearest wall;  not once breaking their contact. lips hungrily graze those of which have filled her mind for weeks, lacking the prior gentility.  lydia may not be  able to give  her more, but that doesn't mean she's going to  make it easy for her.

        "Say you can see me. Say you can see me. Can you hear me Lydia? Can you see what you did to me?"                      She thinks she's finally strong enough - powered up on pain and rage, strong enough to be heard and seen, especially by her best friend. The friend she died for, the friend she'd break just to be seen by again. She never got a goodbye, remember? Her best friend the banshee - the one who can sense death, can she sense it when it's whispering into her ear at night? Fingers are just solid enough to leave goosebumps on people's skins. Allison wonders if Lydia is more susceptible to her touch. Be it because of what she is or perhaps it's because of their bond. Either way, she's tired of waiting around. She needs to be heard.

Honesty, the best policy.  She's heard that her entire life; and yet, she's been looking at Lydia with hues filled of lies. “You know, I should probably get going. It's late.” Except it's not. This is just another excuse to get away.  The pressure of  being just best friends is much  harder  than  she had  anticipated.  They'd kissed. And  it was  amazing. Now, she's wanted to just talk it all over with the one person she can not. It's exhausting.

Allison wasn't sure what this was or why she'd even initially done it but still she was here kissing her best friend. Clinging a little tighter, she waited for the other shoe to drop.